Elara stood over the fallen figure, her breath coming in heavy gasps. The masked enemy lay motionless, his dark energy dissipating into the night. Around her, the battlefield began to quiet as the last of the cultists and shadow creatures fled into the darkness. The resistance forces, bloodied but victorious, began to regroup.
"We did it," Aiden said, stepping up beside her, his voice filled with relief and exhaustion.
Elara nodded, her eyes still fixed on the fallen enemy. "Yes, but we need to understand who this was and what they were trying to summon. This victory means nothing if we don't know what we're up against."
Roderic approached, his blades still drawn, scanning the area for any remaining threats. "We need to secure the area and search for any clues. There might be something here that can help us understand their plans."
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