The morning mist clung to the air as Emily rose before the others, her boots sinking into the soft earth beneath her. The sun had not yet fully risen, but the sky was a muted blue, promising a clear day ahead. She stood at the edge of Lornwood's ruins, watching as the faint light of dawn cast long shadows across the rubble. It was quiet—peaceful, even—yet the weight of the task ahead pressed heavily on her.
Lornwood, once a beacon of civilization, was now a hollowed-out reminder of the destruction the Abyss had wrought. But Emily wasn't just looking at the ruins. She was looking at the potential. The city was scarred but not dead. There was still life here, still a future waiting to be written.
