As Litho and its allies returned to Elarion, the sense of accomplishment and renewal filled the air. The echoes of darkness had been dispelled, but Litho sensed a shift in the atmosphere—a gathering storm on the horizon.
Days passed in harmony as the council met regularly to discuss the future of Elarion and the bonds they had forged. However, Litho couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The balance of light and darkness was delicate, and it was clear that the remnants of Malakar's dark magic were still present, lurking just beyond their vision.
One afternoon, as Litho was practicing its elemental abilities, it felt a sudden chill in the air. The vibrant colors of the forest dulled, and shadows lengthened unnaturally. Litho instinctively reached out to its allies, sensing that something was amiss.
"Elara!" Litho called, summoning her and the rest of the council. "I think something is coming. The forest is changing."
Elara, sensing the urgency in Litho's voice, gathered everyone quickly. The council convened, and Litho shared its feelings of foreboding.
"We must remain vigilant," Litho said, its voice steady but firm. "The darkness may have retreated for now, but it is possible that Malakar's influence is still present, perhaps even growing."
Dragan nodded. "I've noticed strange occurrences in the northern mountains as well. Creatures that once roamed freely have become restless, and there are whispers of something awakening in the caverns."
Gromak crossed his arms, deep in thought. "We should send a scouting party to investigate. If there is a new threat, we need to be prepared."
Myra, ever eager, chimed in, "I can use my magic to create protective wards around Elarion while we investigate."
With their plan set, Litho and the council prepared for the scouting mission. They gathered supplies, reinforced their defenses, and set their sights on the northern mountains, where the disturbance seemed to be originating.