The aftermath of the battle against the Weavers echoed through the forest as Elara and her team moved swiftly toward the stronghold. Though victorious, the tension still weighed heavily on them. The disruption of the ritual had undoubtedly sent ripples through the Weavers' ranks, but Elara knew better than to believe this was the end.
As they reached the outskirts of the stronghold, the sight of its sturdy walls gave the Guardians a brief sense of relief. The looming darkness that had hung over them for so long seemed to lift, but in its place, uncertainty crept in. The Weavers' defeat, though significant, would likely stir something much larger.
"Stay sharp," Elara whispered to her team as they entered the gates. "The Weavers won't take this lightly."
