The camp was alive with the sounds of preparation. In the aftermath of their council, the villagers and warriors alike worked with a renewed sense of determination. Every swing of a hammer, every word spoken in strategy, brought them closer to the dawn of their new era. But beneath the surface, a quiet tension lingered—uncertainty about the sect remnants and the fragile alliances they hoped to form.
Amara stood at the edge of the camp, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The world beyond their small bubble of unity was still rife with danger. Even though they had won battles, the war against the darkness was far from over.
Kirin approached from behind, his presence a steadying force. "You've been quiet since the meeting," he said, standing next to her. "Something on your mind?"
