The aftermath of the battle left the camp in a state of weary recovery. Elara and her team had managed to fend off the dark forces, but the cost was visible in the tired faces and the damaged defenses. As night fell, the camp was a mix of quiet contemplation and urgent repair efforts.
Elara sat by the Heart of the Veil, now safely stored within its protective case. The artifact's glow had dimmed slightly but still pulsed steadily, a reminder of the immense power it held. The battle had been a testament to their strength, but Elara knew that they could not afford to rest for long. The dark forces would regroup, and their next move could be even more dangerous.
Cedric approached, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We managed to hold them off, but we should take this time to reassess our strategies and reinforce our defenses. They'll be back, and we need to be ready."
