The dawn broke over the village with an eerie stillness, the first rays of light filtering through the trees and casting long shadows on the ground. The villagers were beginning to stir, though the tension from the previous night's battle still hung heavily in the air. Despite the victory, there was a palpable sense of unease. Everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the next attack came.
Elara stood on the edge of the village, her eyes scanning the horizon. The swamp that surrounded them was a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond their temporary sanctuary. The Nexus had been secured, but the Shadow Shard's forces would undoubtedly strike again, and when they did, it would be with even greater ferocity.
