The sun broke over the horizon, casting warm golden rays across the scarred landscape of Ardent Hold. Morgana stood at the edge of the courtyard, the chill of the night giving way to the gentle warmth of morning. She felt both a sense of relief and a lingering unease; while they had triumphed over Nyx, the aftermath of the battle weighed heavily on her heart.
Around her, soldiers began to stir, rising from the remnants of the fight. The courtyard was littered with the debris of battle—broken weapons, shattered shields, and the remnants of the shadow creatures that had once threatened to engulf them. Morgana watched as the defenders moved to clear the area, their faces reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and newfound resolve.
"Today, we rebuild," Kirin said, stepping up beside her. His voice was firm, a steady anchor amid the chaos of emotions swirling within her. "We must gather our strength and prepare for whatever comes next."
