The aftermath of the battle left the clearing littered with fallen enemies and weary warriors. The golden glow from the artifact still lingered in the air, a symbol of their hard-earned victory. Alex stood in the middle of it all, his eyes scanning the battlefield. Relief mixed with caution; they had won, but he knew Morgath was still out there, plotting his next move.
"Gather the injured and take them to the healers," Alex commanded, his voice firm. "We need to regroup and prepare for whatever comes next."
Warriors moved swiftly, aiding their fallen comrades and carrying them towards the den. Alex's gaze drifted to Kyle, who was helping an injured warrior to his feet. Despite the exhaustion etched on his face, Kyle's determination remained unwavering.
"We did it, Alex," Kyle said, approaching him. "But I don't think this is over."
Alex nodded. "You're right. Morgath won't give up that easily. We need to stay vigilant."
POV: Lia
