The stronghold's victory against the abyss's forces brought a temporary reprieve, but the leaders knew it would not last. The magical pulse unleashed by the Nexus had destabilized the abyss's essence, but the malevolent force still lingered in the distance, regrouping and evolving. Scouts reported disturbing movements within the corrupted lands—a massive shift in the abyss's energy, as though it were preparing to retaliate with unprecedented ferocity.
Aiden stood in the war council chamber, his hands braced against the edge of the stone table. Maps and reports were scattered before him, each detailing the ominous signs that had emerged in the aftermath of their hard-won battle. Elara leaned against the wall nearby, her arms crossed as she listened to the latest updates. Morgana was absent, having sequestered herself in her chambers once more, delving deeper into the mysteries of the Nexus and the abyss.
