The aftermath of the battle left Aetheris in a bittersweet state. While they had successfully defended their city, the toll on the defenders was evident. Injuries were tended to, and the fallen were honored, their sacrifices a stark reminder of the cost of their victory.
Alaric and his friends worked tirelessly to restore order and provide aid to those in need. The city's spirit remained unbroken, but the weight of their losses hung heavily over them.
One evening, as the sun set over the rebuilt walls of Aetheris, Alaric stood alone in a small courtyard. The flowers and greenery provided a serene contrast to the harsh realities they had faced. He took a deep breath, seeking a moment of peace.
"Mind if I join you?" Thalia's voice broke the silence.
Alaric turned, offering a weary smile. "Of course."
Thalia walked over, her eyes reflecting the same exhaustion and determination that Alaric felt. "We did it, Alaric. We defended our home."
