The sun had just begun to rise over the distant hills, casting a soft glow over the world below. Morgana, Kirin, and Lyana walked through the temple's courtyard, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stones. Though they had sealed the rift and banished the Warden, the weight of the looming darkness had not lifted. The scars of battle were fresh, and the silence that hung in the air felt ominous.
Solara and the remaining Keepers stood in quiet conversation near the temple's entrance, their golden wings folded, the light from them slowly dimming. Morgana watched them, a strange sense of disquiet settling in her chest. For all their power, even the Keepers had been unable to fully stem the tide of the Abyss. The Warden had been only the beginning, and the fight ahead was uncertain.
Kirin's voice broke the silence. "We need a plan. The Abyss isn't going to stop, and we can't keep reacting to its attacks. We have to strike first."
