As they returned to Elanor, the people of Eldoria greeted them as heroes. Banners were raised, music filled the air, and laughter echoed through the streets for the first time in years. Aelric felt a strange mix of joy and responsibility as he walked through the city, now free from the Shadow King's darkness.
Aldric, the councilor who had initially doubted Aelric, approached with a respectful bow. "You've done what no one thought possible, Aelric. Eldoria is in your hands now."
Aelric took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his new role settle on him. "Thank you, Councilor Aldric. I'll do my best to honor the kingdom and everyone who fought for it."
He looked out over the city, seeing families reunited, friends embracing, and people rebuilding. His heart swelled with pride and determination. Eldoria was his home, and he would work tirelessly to ensure it never fell into darkness again.
As night fell, the city held a celebration in the castle square. People danced, shared stories of bravery, and toasted to their newfound freedom. Aelric sat with Seraphina, Lyra, and the other leaders of the resistance, feeling a sense of belonging and joy he hadn't known before.
For the first time in a long time, Eldoria felt like a place of hope and peace.