As the last of the villagers reached safety, Luke felt the weight of their fear and desperation settle in his chest. The shadows had been pushed back, but the sense of foreboding lingered in the air. There was a storm brewing, not just in the skies above but in the hearts of the people. The darkness they had fought at the temple was just a small part of the greater evil that now threatened to consume the land.
Ava approached him, her eyes filled with concern. "Luke, this isn't just about the shadows. There's something bigger happening here. These people... they're terrified. They need hope."
Luke nodded, his mind racing. "I know. But right now, we need to focus on survival. The power we gained from the temple is strong, but it's not enough to stop whatever's coming. We need help."
