The sun continued to rise, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink as Elara, Kael, and Morgana made their way back to the village. The warmth of the crystal pulsed gently in Elara's hand, a constant reminder of the immense power they now held and the responsibility that came with it. The once tumultuous trials now felt like distant memories, and the serene glade around them seemed to echo with the promise of peace.
As they approached the village, the familiar sounds of morning life reached their ears—the distant chatter of the villagers, the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the occasional call of a bird welcoming the new day. Yet, there was something different in the air, a sense of anticipation that mirrored the transformation within themselves.
