As dawn broke, casting soft amber light across the Whispering Woods, Marcus stood on the edge of the village, his thoughts heavy. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the forest and the distant hum of life slowly returning to normal. It was a peaceful morning, but Marcus felt anything but peaceful. The victory over the Warlord was fresh, but the weight of the battle lingered in his heart.
"You're up early," Kira's voice came from behind him, startling him from his thoughts.
Marcus turned, offering her a tired smile. "Couldn't sleep. There's too much going on in my head."
Kira leaned against a nearby tree, crossing her arms. "I get that. It's hard to switch off after everything. You did something incredible last night, Marcus. You saved the forest, the village… all of us."
