The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the rejuvenated fields. The village, now free from the grip of darkness, was alight with the warm glow of lanterns. Villagers moved about with renewed energy, their once-worried faces now softened with relief and gratitude. Elara, Kirin, Thalia, and Lyra stood at the edge of the village, their eyes sweeping over the landscape they had helped to save.
After ensuring the villagers were safe and that no lingering dark magic remained, the group decided to take a brief respite. They had been moving relentlessly from one battle to the next, and the toll on their bodies and minds was beginning to show. The village elder, grateful beyond words, insisted they stay the night in the village's guest house, a modest but comfortable building on the outskirts of the settlement.
