The dawn broke over the clearing, casting a warm, golden light that seemed to wash away the remnants of the dark battle that had raged through the night. The allies, exhausted but triumphant, began to tend to their wounds and assess the damage. The air was filled with a mix of relief and determination, a silent vow that they would continue to stand against the encroaching darkness.
Kael stood by the altar, the orb's light pulsing softly in his hand. He looked out over the clearing, his heart swelling with pride and gratitude for the allies who had fought so valiantly. Morgana moved among the water nymphs, her hands glowing with a soft blue light as she healed their wounds and reinforced the wards. Vallon coordinated with the dwarven clans and the Order of the Silver Dawn, ensuring that the perimeter remained secure and that any breaches were quickly repaired.
