The victory over the Abyssal One had been hard-won, but it had also come with great cost. The allied forces, though triumphant, bore the scars of their battle: wounds, both physical and emotional, and the weight of the lives lost in the struggle. As the sun rose over the Ravenwood estate, it cast a warm, golden light that seemed to cleanse the land of the darkness that had long plagued it. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was hope.
Ethan stood at the edge of the battlements, gazing out over the land that he and his allies had fought so fiercely to protect. The air was crisp, and the sky, now clear of the swirling dark clouds that had haunted their world, was a brilliant blue. He could see the banners of the allied clans fluttering in the breeze, a testament to their unity and resilience.
Elise approached him, her steps light and her expression soft. "It's over, isn't it?"
