The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering echoes of the battle as Amara, Kirin, Morgana, and Elias walked through the ruins. The storm had passed, but its aftermath was all too present—fallen trees, shattered stones, and the quiet absence of life. For the first time in what felt like years, the world was still, as though holding its breath.
Amara moved slowly, her body still aching from the exertion of restoring the seal and the final confrontation with the Keeper. Kirin stayed close, his hand brushing against her arm every few steps, ready to catch her if she faltered. She appreciated the gesture but refused to lean on him. She needed to stand on her own, even if it hurt.
"We need to find somewhere safe to regroup," Elias said, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "There could still be enemies nearby."
