Dawn broke with a quiet promise, the soft hues of pink and gold spilling across the horizon, illuminating the remnants of the battle-torn encampment. Amara rose early, feeling the weight of the past days pressing on her shoulders, but also a flicker of hope ignited by the alliance they had forged around the fire. As she stepped outside, the crisp morning air filled her lungs, invigorating her spirit.
The camp was stirring, warriors moving about with a sense of purpose. The echoes of the previous night's discussions lingered, but now there was a shared determination among the council members, a palpable energy that promised resilience.
Amara walked toward the center of the camp, where a makeshift table had been set up for strategizing. Kirin and Mira were already there, poring over maps and scribbled notes from their previous encounters with the sect.
