Eryndor and Vorgath walked into the village, exhausted but triumphant. The villagers, who had been cowering in fear, now emerged from their homes, their faces filled with joy and relief.
Eryndor stepped forward, a smile on his face. "The Shadow Pack is no more!" he declared, his voice echoing through the village. "You are finally free!"
The villagers cheered, their faces filled with gratitude. They gathered around Eryndor and Vorgath, thanking them and praising their bravery.
Vorgath stood silent, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. He was taciturn towards other people, preferring to keep to himself, but Eryndor knew that he was deeply moved by the villagers' gratitude.
"Thank you, thank you!" the village elder exclaimed, his eyes shining with tears. "You have saved us from a terrible fate. Please, accept this reward."
He handed them a chest filled with gold, silver, and precious jewels. Eryndor accepted it, his face filled with gratitude, while Vorgath nodded silently.
"We can't thank you enough," the elder continued. "You have given us our lives back. We will never forget your bravery."
Eryndor smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "We're just glad we could help," he said. "But we need to get moving. There's still much work to be done."
Vorgath nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the horizon.
For the next few weeks, Eryndor and Vorgath stayed in the village, resting and recovering from their ordeal. They were hailed as heroes, and the villagers showered them with praise and rewards.
But Eryndor couldn't shake off the feeling of powerlessness that had haunted him during the battle. He had been unable to use his powers, and Vorgath had done all the heavy lifting.
"Vorgath, I need to train," Eryndor said, his eyes filled with determination. "I can't keep relying on you to save me."
Vorgath's expression turned serious, his eyes filled with concern. "Eryndor, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked. "You're still recovering from the battle. Maybe you should rest for a while longer."
"I can't keep relying on you, Vorgath," Eryndor replied. "I need to become stronger, to be able to fight alongside you as an equal."
Vorgath nodded silently, his eyes still filled with concern.
And so, Eryndor began his training, pushing himself to his limits and beyond. Vorgath was by his side, guiding and supporting him every step of the way.
As they trained, Eryndor felt his powers growing stronger. He was determined to become a true partner to Vorgath, to fight alongside him as an equal.
Finally, the day came when they were ready to set out again. The villagers gathered to bid them farewell, their faces filled with gratitude and admiration.
"Thank you again," Eryndor said, his face filled with determination. "May the road rise up to meet you, and may your journey be filled with joy and success."
Vorgath nodded silently, his eyes scanning the crowd one last time before turning to follow Eryndor out of the village.
"Be careful, Eryndor," the village elder called out. "There are still many dangers out there."
Eryndor smiled, his eyes filled with confidence. "We'll be fine," he said. "We have each other."
And with that, they set out, their hearts filled with hope and their spirits filled with courage. They knew that they would face many challenges, but they were ready to face them together, as a team.