The air in the sanctuary was still, filled with a sense of calm that had been absent for what felt like an eternity. Ethan could hardly believe it as he walked through the courtyard, now bathed in the soft light of morning. The towering stone walls, which had once seemed like prison bars holding them captive against the coming darkness, now felt like the protective embrace of a place finally at peace.
Around him, the guardians moved with a similar disbelief, as if the weight of their victory had yet to fully settle. Some were tending to the wounded, their movements careful and deliberate, while others stood in small groups, talking in hushed tones, their faces etched with both relief and sorrow.
