The first light of dawn crept through the stone windows of the Citadel, casting a gentle glow over the fortress and its inhabitants. The previous night's efforts had strengthened the realm's defenses and reinforced the seal on the Shadow Shard's essence, but the sense of urgency remained palpable.
Elara stood at the balcony overlooking the Citadel's sprawling grounds, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The tranquility of the morning contrasted sharply with the intensity of the battles they had fought, and yet, she felt a renewed sense of hope and purpose.
Morgana approached, her face tired but resolute. "The scholars and mages have finished their initial assessments. The seal appears to be stable, and the wards are functioning as intended. We've also received reports from the scouts that there have been no immediate threats detected."
