The days that followed the destruction of the abyss's fortress were a blur of activity. The army, though weary and battered, remained resolute, prepared to face whatever came next. But for Elara, the true challenge was not just the external threat of the abyss—it was the growing uncertainty about their own capabilities. Every move, every decision, felt like a fragile thread being pulled tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel at any moment.
Elara stood alone on the edge of the stronghold's cliffside, her gaze distant as she watched the horizon. The wind whipped around her, but she barely felt it, lost in thought. Aiden had insisted she rest after the battle, but the weight of their current situation weighed heavily on her. The Nexus was unstable, and Morgana's warning about the rift it had created kept replaying in her mind.
