The sun's first light touched the sanctuary, its warm rays filtering through the ancient stone walls and illuminating the weary faces of Elara and her companions. They had barely rested since their harrowing battle in the Heart of the Abyss, but their victory was a beacon of hope in a world still fraught with peril.
Morgana was seated at a large table covered with ancient tomes and scrolls, her expression thoughtful as she studied the remnants of their recent confrontation. The others gathered around, each showing signs of exhaustion but determined to press on.
"What's our next move?" Kirin asked, his voice carrying a note of weariness as he leaned against the table. "We've stopped the immediate threat, but we know there are other dangers looming."
