Night had fallen by the time the team returned to camp, their bodies sore but their spirits high. The triumph of securing the Thunderstone had forged a new sense of camaraderie. For the first time since their training began, each member started to trust not only their own skills but also the instincts and abilities of their teammates. It was an unspoken bond, tested and tempered through countless challenges.
The campfire crackled in the center of their clearing, sending thin tendrils of smoke spiraling into the darkening sky. Shadows danced across the faces of the team as they gathered around the fire, drawn by its warmth and the irresistible aroma wafting from the pot balanced precariously above the flames.
"Dinner's on!" Andre announced, a note of pride in his voice as he stirred the bubbling stew. The rich aroma of stewed vegetables, spices, and something faintly meaty filled the air, making even the most exhausted among them sit up and take notice.
