The rains that had begun as a light drizzle now pounded the Enclave's towers in torrents. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a warning from the skies of the storm to come. Elara watched from the council chamber window, her reflection a ghostly silhouette in the glass. In her hand, she gripped the twisted version of the Enclave's crest they had found in Lyra's camp—a symbol that haunted her thoughts.
The chamber behind her buzzed with quiet discussions as her most trusted advisors and allies gathered. The gravity of the situation had pulled them all from their duties. Elias, Seraphina, Kael, and the Enclave's senior council members waited for Elara to begin.
She turned, her cloak swirling behind her. "We're not just dealing with remnants of the Dark Conclave anymore," she said, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "We face a threat that could change everything we've worked for."
