The journey back to the village was somber but filled with a quiet sense of accomplishment. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the land around them seemed to come alive again, as if the world itself was waking up from a long, dark nightmare. The once menacing shadows that had cloaked the landscape were now retreating, replaced by the soft golden light of morning.
Elara led the way, her thoughts heavy with the memories of their battles. Despite the victory, she couldn't help but think about the lives lost and the scars left behind. Morgana walked beside her, the two sharing a silent understanding of the weight that still hung over them.
As they approached the village, the sight of the familiar buildings and the people waiting for them brought a sense of relief. The villagers, who had been anxiously awaiting their return, rushed forward to greet them. There were tears, hugs, and heartfelt thanks as they welcomed back their heroes.
