The aftermath of the battle left Elaris both shattered and hopeful. As the sun rose over the city, the once darkened skies now bathed in the golden light of dawn. The storm clouds that had heralded Nyx's attack were gradually clearing, revealing a sky that, though scarred, promised a new beginning.
Elara and her companions stood at the heart of the city, their eyes taking in the scene before them. The central courtyard, where the final confrontation had taken place, was littered with debris and the remnants of the intense battle. The city's defenders, though exhausted and battered, had emerged victorious, their spirits buoyed by the sight of the rising sun.
"Is everyone accounted for?" Elara asked, her voice steady despite the exhaustion that lined her features. She had been up all night, leading the fight and ensuring that the city's defenses were in place.
