The morning after their return was marked by a sense of cautious optimism. The stronghold, though battered, had endured the recent upheaval. Workers and soldiers alike moved with a renewed vigor, repairing the damage and reinforcing the defenses. The dark mists that had once pervaded the area were slowly dissipating, replaced by the steady glow of the rising sun.
Elara stood on the balcony of her quarters, gazing out over the stronghold's recovering landscape. The echoes of battle were still fresh in her mind, but she was determined to focus on the tasks ahead. Kirin had returned with a deeper understanding of the northern threat, and the aftermath of their confrontation with the crystal had left them with both questions and a fragile victory.
As she contemplated the day's tasks, a soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Seraphina entered, her demeanor calm but serious. "Elara, do you have a moment?"
