With the festival over and dawn approaching, Elara stood at the Sanctum's entrance, watching the first light of morning break over the horizon. The festival had been a resounding success, a testament to the resilience and spirit of the people of Eldoria.
Master Thalor approached, his usual stern demeanor softened by a rare smile. "You've done well, Elara. The Healer's School is thriving, and the future looks bright."
Elara nodded. "Thank you, Master Thalor. But I couldn't have done it without the support of everyone here. We're a family, and together, we can face anything."
Thalor placed a hand on her shoulder. "Indeed. And remember, the strength of a healer lies not just in their magic, but in their heart."