The aftermath of the battle left Thornvale and the surrounding regions in a state of ruin. The once vibrant streets were now desolate, the buildings that stood as symbols of hope reduced to rubble. The people, their spirits crushed by the return of Malachor, struggled to find any semblance of normalcy. Despite the overwhelming darkness, a small flicker of resistance remained, hidden in the shadows.
Elara awoke in a dimly lit cave, her body aching and her head pounding. The events of the battle came rushing back to her, and she felt a pang of sorrow for the fallen. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw Aiden and Roderic beside her, both injured but alive.
"Elara, you're awake," Aiden said, his voice filled with relief. He reached out to help her sit up, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We were worried you wouldn't make it."
Elara winced as she moved, her injuries reminding her of the battle. "What happened? How did we get here?"
