The morning sun broke through the thick, lingering mist, casting a warm golden hue over the camp. The fire that had burned brightly the night before had smoldered down to embers, but the glow of its promise still lingered in the hearts of all who had gathered. Kael stood at the edge of the village, watching as the new day unfolded, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead but also the newfound strength that radiated from the people around him. It was as if the light itself had shifted, a new energy flowing through the camp—a collective will that had only just begun to take root.
Morgana stood beside him, her eyes scanning the horizon, her expression unreadable but alert. "This is only the beginning, Kael," she said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of truth. "We've shown them how powerful we can be when we stand together, but now we must prove it, again and again. It won't be enough to believe—it has to become their truth."
