Sunrise crept over the battered skyline of Solhaven, casting long shadows across the fortress city. Its gold did little to lift the tension that lingered in the air. The effects of the Abyssal attack weighed heavy on the minds of the group as they gathered in the workshop to nurse their wounds and determine their next steps.
Ryu leaned against the doorway, Voidfang resting at his side. He watched the others in silence, their faces illuminated by the dim light filtering through the cracked shutters. Kaelith stood near Marek, poring over his scattered notes. Draven sat slumped in a chair, a makeshift bandage wrapped around his arm. Aris, ever restless, twirled a dagger between her fingers, her sharp eyes flicking to the shadows with habitual suspicion.
So," Ryu started, breaking the quiet. "What did you find out?"
