Two days had passed since the chaos that engulfed Lysora County. Though the streets were no longer painted with the blood of battle, the scars left behind were undeniable. Families mourned loved ones, their homes and livelihoods shattered in the wake of the monstrous assault. While the sun shone warmly on the land, a heaviness lingered in the air, a shared grief that connected the people.
Yet, amidst the despair, there was hope. When the darkness had seemed insurmountable, a beacon of light had pierced the suffocating veil. The Archon, Elara va Ironblade, had answered the people's prayers. Her blazing radiance had driven away the shadows, her power a testament to her unwavering resolve. Word spread quickly among the survivors: their savior had not faltered, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
