A new dawn broke over Elanor, while the Shadow King's forces, briefly scattered by Aelric's surge of magic, began to regroup at a distance. The defenders of Elanor were weary but filled with renewed hope, inspired by Aelric's miraculous recovery and the powerful new energy radiating from him.
Aelric moved among them, offering words of encouragement and gratitude to the soldiers, mages, and citizens who had risked their lives for Eldoria. Many looked up at him with reverence, their eyes shining with awe and relief.
Near the central square, he found Seraphina, her face serious despite their temporary victory. Beside her, Emberclaw rested, his breathing heavy after hours of relentless battle. She turned as Aelric approached, her gaze steady.
"You did something remarkable today," she said, "but the Shadow King won't be satisfied until he's crushed our spirits and taken everything we cherish."
Aelric nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "I know. But as long as we have each other, we can stand against him."
Seraphina's eyes softened. "Then let's make that stand together. We've lost too much already, but we're not out of strength yet."
Just then, Lyra appeared, her face dark. "Aelric, the council has called an emergency meeting. They're putting together a final plan to confront the Shadow King."
Aelric nodded, a mix of apprehension and determination settling over him. "Then let's face this together. We've come too far to turn back now."
As they walked toward the council chambers, he couldn't shake the feeling that this battle would be unlike anything they had faced. It would test everything that held Eldoria together.