The group of survivors walked, huddled tightly together in stiff silence, through the outskirts of Solhaven. Behind them stretched the ruins of the city, a graveyard haunted by the faint glow of Abyssal corruption that had begun to be left behind as they moved deeper into the distance. Though they'd saved lives, the weight of the battle seemed to cling to their shoulders like a shroud.
Ryu gripped Voidfang tightly as they approached a makeshift camp they had scouted earlier, nestled in the dense forest just beyond the city's edge. A few tattered tents stood beneath the canopy, offering a semblance of safety. The survivors settled there, clinging to each other for comfort.
Kaelith looked over the crowd of civilians, her sharp blue eyes softening. She knelt beside an older man with a deep gash along his arm, her healing magic weaving faint threads of light over the wound. "This will help for now," she said gently. "But you need rest."
