The stronghold was a hive of activity as the first light of dawn pierced the horizon. The news of the counter-ritual's success had spread quickly, bringing a glimmer of hope to the beleaguered inhabitants. Yet, despite the temporary relief, the shadow of the ancient fortress still loomed large, casting a pall over the realm.
Elara was up before the sun, her mind restless as she reviewed the latest reports from their scouts. The reports confirmed what she had feared: the fortress's dark influence still persisted, despite their efforts to sever the ley line connection. There were disturbances in nearby villages—flickers of dark magic, sudden storms, and sightings of shadowy figures.
She sighed heavily and turned to face Seraphina, who was also deep in thought. "The dark magic is still affecting the northern territories. We've managed to weaken its grip, but it's not enough. We need a more comprehensive strategy."
