The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Elara's quarters, casting a warm glow on the room. The Citadel was slowly regaining its rhythm, the activities of the past few days gradually settling into a new routine. Despite the progress, the air was still thick with anticipation and unease about what might come next.
Elara awoke with a sense of urgency, her mind filled with the implications of the dark magic they had encountered. She knew that understanding the nature of their enemy was crucial to their survival. As she dressed and prepared for the day, she resolved to dive deeper into the ancient texts Selene had found.
In the library, Elara was joined by Morgana, who had arrived early to continue her own research. The two women exchanged greetings, their expressions reflecting the gravity of their task.
"Morning," Morgana said, her voice a mix of determination and fatigue. "Have you found anything new in the texts?"
