The evening sky was awash with stars, a shimmering tapestry that stretched across the heavens. Elara stood on the balcony of the Citadel, overlooking the city as it settled into the night. The wind was cool, carrying with it the scent of blooming nightflowers and the distant sound of revelry. The people were celebrating the victory over Nyx, blissfully unaware of the greater dangers that loomed just beyond the horizon.
But Elara couldn't bring herself to join in the festivities. Her mind was heavy with the weight of their recent discovery, the foreboding presence of the ancient forces that threatened to tear their world apart. She knew the time for rest was short; their battle had only just begun.
She heard the soft footsteps behind her and turned to see Kirin approaching. His expression mirrored her own—a mixture of determination and concern.
"Elara," he said softly, coming to stand beside her, "you're worried."
