After the Storm
The storm had passed, but its echoes lingered. The Enclave, though mostly intact, showed signs of the battle that had just been fought. The once-bright sky was now a soft twilight, the clouds still carrying the remnants of Aelira's fury, casting a muted light over the landscape.
Elara stood at the heart of the Enclave, surrounded by the quiet aftermath. The air was thick with the scent of scorched earth and ozone, remnants of the storm's lightning. Her companions gathered around her, their faces reflecting a mixture of relief and weariness.
Elias sheathed his sword, glancing at the still body of Aelira. "It's hard to believe it's finally over."
Seraphina, her staff still aglow, nodded in agreement. "She had more power than any of us imagined. It was like she had become something... more than human."
"She had," Elara said quietly. "Her bond with the storm made her nearly unstoppable. But even that power had limits."
