The alliance camp bustled with activity, warriors from both the human and orc factions training side by side. Though the destruction of the artifact had brought a temporary reprieve, Jezz, Gromak, and the other leaders knew the war was far from over. The dark forces that plagued Arkhana might have suffered a significant setback, but their remnants would regroup.
Jezz stood near the edge of the camp, his eyes scanning the distant forest. His mind replayed the events in the ruins, the image of the shattered artifact burned into his memory. Beside him, Oth approached, his expression a mix of weariness and resolve.
"You're quiet today," Oth remarked, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What's on your mind?"
Jezz sighed. "Even with the artifact gone, I can't shake the feeling that we're still only scratching the surface of this threat. The darkness came from somewhere, and it's only a matter of time before it rises again."
