The air was thick with tension as Aiden and his troops moved forward, the weight of their victory over the gryphon still hanging heavily in the air. But the battle was far from won. With each step, the landscape grew darker, the ominous shadows stretching longer across the ground. The stormclouds above churned like a brewing tempest, mirroring the sense of unease that gripped Aiden's heart.
They had been marching for hours, pushing themselves through the terrain with unwavering resolve. But every soldier, every mage, and every warrior could feel the fatigue settling in. The encounter with the gryphon had taken its toll on their strength. Even Elara, who had always exuded an aura of untapped power, appeared drained from the constant barrage of spells she had been casting. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to adjust her hood, her face pale under the weight of the magic she had spent.
