The forest was quiet now, the echoes of the battle fading into memory. The clearing where Lyris had fallen was a stark contrast to the warmth and peace that had been restored to the Elven Kingdom. Arthur stood with his companions, feeling the weight of their victory, but knowing that their journey was far from over. The immediate threat had been dealt with, but there were still many dangers ahead—dangers that would require more strength, more courage, and more sacrifice.
But for now, they could rest.
That evening, the Elven King had arranged a celebration in honor of their victory. The once somber halls of the elven palace were now filled with soft music, laughter, and the warm glow of lanterns. The dining hall, which had been the scene of their breakfast only hours earlier, was now transformed into a place of joy and light. The long table was adorned with flowers, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and sweet elven wine.
