The morning sun cast a warm glow over the village, its light gently stirring Elara from her sleep. The night had been filled with quiet, restful moments, and the village's hopeful atmosphere seemed to permeate even her dreams. As she stretched and stood, she glanced around the small room provided for her and her companions. The simple comforts of the village were a welcome change from the foreboding darkness they had faced.
After a quick breakfast, Elara gathered with Morgana, Thorne, and Selene in the village square. The villagers were bustling about, preparing for a day of rebuilding and recovery. The damage inflicted by the dark entity's corruption had been significant, but the community's spirit was unbroken. The repairs had already begun, and the villagers worked with a renewed sense of purpose.
Elara took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their recent victory lift her spirits. She turned to her companions, her expression serious but hopeful.
