As the last remnants of darkness faded from the battlefield, Kael and Morgana stood amidst their allies, their hearts still racing from the fierce confrontation with Malakar. The cheers of victory echoed around them, but beneath the surface of the jubilation lay an undercurrent of tension. The realm of Netharion had faced a grave threat, and the shadow of that encounter loomed large.
The vibrant colors of the glade were a stark contrast to the darkness that had just been vanquished, and yet Kael couldn't shake the feeling that their victory was only a temporary reprieve. As the celebrations began to unfold, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders.
"Kael," Morgana said softly, breaking through his thoughts. She took his hand, her touch grounding him. "What's troubling you?"
