The city of Valtoria stood in the early morning light, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the sun. The air was clear, the heavy mist of night finally lifting, and with it, the oppressive weight of the void's influence. The streets, once haunted by shadows and whispers, now felt vibrant, as though the land itself was breathing in new life. The people moved through the city, their faces brighter, their steps more confident, as if they could feel the dawn of a new era settling over them.
Kael stood atop the steps of the citadel, his gaze sweeping over the city. Beside him, Morgana, Elarion, Rowan, and Isolde stood in silence, their eyes scanning the horizon. The world felt peaceful, yet the quiet was pregnant with possibility. They had vanquished the void's greatest threat, but there was still much to be done. The victory was a balm for the wounded, but it was also a reminder of the fragility of peace.
