The dawn of the new day brought a sense of calm to the once-chaotic landscape. The Guardians, after successfully reinforcing the seal and stabilizing the ley lines, had taken a much-needed rest. The Council's stronghold, now a symbol of their temporary triumph, buzzed with activity as mages prepared to return to their respective duties.
Elara, Lyra, Doran, Morgana, and Henry gathered in a conference room within the stronghold. The room, illuminated by soft, magical light, was filled with maps, texts, and artifacts. Alaric stood at the head of the table, his face etched with a mix of relief and concern.
"The ritual was a success," Alaric began, "but this is only a temporary measure. The malevolent force we faced is still out there, and its influence could resurface."
