Elara stood at the edge of the fortress ramparts, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The sun dipped below the mountains, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape of Eldoria. Yet, despite the beauty of the setting sun, a sense of unease lingered in her heart. The recent victory over the dark forces had been hard-won, but the war was far from over.
"Lost in thought?" Aiden's voice broke through her reverie. He approached her, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and determination.
Elara turned to him, managing a faint smile. "Just reflecting on everything. We've come so far, but there's still so much ahead of us."
Aiden nodded, leaning against the stone parapet. "True. We've dealt a significant blow to the enemy, but Malachor's warning before he fell still haunts me. 'This is only the beginning,' he said."
Elara's eyes darkened at the memory. "We need to stay vigilant. There's a chance he was right, and the darkness will try to rise again."
