The morning after the storm was clear and still. The air was crisp, as if the world itself had been washed clean, and the land stretched out before the Sanctuary—now a symbol of resilience, unity, and hope. The remnants of the battle had been cleared away, the wounded cared for, and the fallen laid to rest. There were no words to describe the weight of it all, but as Kael stood at the edge of the battlefield, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
The sun rose slowly, casting golden light over the fields. The Sanctuary, though scarred, stood tall—a testament to everything they had endured, everything they had fought for. The winds had calmed, and the storm clouds had dispersed, leaving a peaceful, open sky.
