The air in the clearing was thick with tension, a palpable sense of foreboding hanging over the camp. The allies had driven back the darkness, but the victory felt hollow. The Shadow Weaver's return cast a long shadow over their triumph, and the omens from the Council of the Winds only deepened their unease. Kael, Morgana, and Vallon stood at the center of the camp, their minds racing with plans and strategies to face the looming threat.
Kael held the orb tightly, its light pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. He could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. The convergence was more than just a physical location; it was the heart of the elemental balance, and its protection was paramount. The Shadow Weaver's return meant that the darkness was not merely probing—it was preparing for a full-scale assault.
