The dust of the battle still hung in the air, but already, the first rays of dawn were creeping over the horizon. The once darkened world had begun to shift, the weight of fear and shadow lifting from the earth like a veil being pulled back. Kael stood at the edge of the field, gazing out at the emerging light, the echoes of the final clash reverberating through his mind.
Behind him, Morgana and Elarion were silent, their wearied forms still poised with an air of unspoken understanding. The battle had been long, the darkness that had threatened to swallow them all relentless in its hunger. Yet now, it was over. The void had been sealed, its tendrils of influence no longer capable of reaching into the world. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the land seemed to breathe freely again.
"We did it," Morgana said, her voice barely more than a whisper, as though saying it aloud would somehow make it less real.
