The village slowly began to return to a semblance of normalcy, though the scars of the recent battle were still fresh. As the days passed, the villagers worked tirelessly to rebuild, their hands and hearts united in a shared purpose. Yet, beneath the surface of this newfound peace, a sense of unease lingered. The knowledge that the darkness was not truly vanquished weighed heavily on everyone's minds.
Elara moved through the village, checking on the progress of the reconstruction. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of resilience. New walls were being erected, homes were repaired, and the fields that had been scorched by the battle were being replanted. But despite the outward signs of recovery, Elara couldn't shake the feeling that something was still amiss.
