Marcus, Kira, and Lyra returned to the village with the early morning sun casting a golden glow across the rooftops. Birds chirped in celebration, and a light breeze whispered through the trees, as though the forest itself was expressing gratitude for their victory over the Shadowborn. However, despite the sense of calm, Marcus couldn't shake a nagging feeling that trouble still lingered.
As they reached the village square, a small crowd gathered, their faces alight with curiosity and relief. Elder Alira stepped forward, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in their battle-worn appearances.
"You've done us a great service, Marcus," she said, her voice laced with pride. "The Shadowborn has been vanquished, and the forest breathes freely once more."
Marcus forced a smile, glancing at Kira and Lyra. "It wasn't just me. We all fought together."
