The fortress was quiet as Elara, Morgana, and Lyra approached its gates, the heavy iron creaking open to admit them. The setting sun bathed the walls in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the courtyard. As they entered, the weight of their recent discovery hung heavily between them, a silent reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.
Elara felt the eyes of the soldiers and villagers on them, their expressions a mixture of relief and curiosity. Word had spread quickly that they had returned, but the details of their journey remained unknown to most. She knew they were all hoping for good news, some sign that the tide was turning in their favor.
