The sun had barely risen over the horizon when Elara, Elias, and Morgana returned to their camp. The night's battle still weighed heavily on their shoulders, but the sight of familiar faces brought a sense of comfort. The rest of their group—Lyra, Kirin, Seraphina, Thalia, and Henry—were already awake, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as the trio approached.
Lyra was the first to speak, her voice tinged with worry. "We saw the light from the temple. Did you…?"
Elara nodded, her expression somber yet determined. "We cleansed the Temple of Nyx. The darkness there has been purged."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the group, but the moment was short-lived. Seraphina, always the most pragmatic, stepped forward. "That's one victory, but we all know the darkness isn't confined to just one place. There are other strongholds, other threats. We can't rest yet."
