The march back to the stronghold was somber. The air was thick with the weight of loss, yet amidst the sorrow, there was a flicker of hope. The Nexus's power had turned the tide for now, and the abyss had retreated, weakened but not defeated. The soldiers, weary and battered, trudged forward, their minds heavy with thoughts of those who had fallen, including Kael.
Aiden walked at the head of the group, his armor scorched and his sword sheathed across his back. The memory of Kael's final moments played over in his mind, her last words echoing in his ears. He had seen her strength, her determination, and even in the end, her humanity. Her sacrifice would not be in vain.
Beside him, Elara remained silent, her usual energy dimmed. Her twin blades were strapped securely to her back, and her focus was on the path ahead. She glanced at Aiden occasionally, her concern evident, but she said nothing. They both knew words could wait until they reached safety.
