Children of Mana, Part Fifty

{Caroline}

In the grand halls of the Divine Council's palace, where the echoes of history intertwined with the whispers of fate, Lianna, Enverna, and Caroline stood before the esteemed members of the council.

The air was heavy with a sense of solemnity and gratitude, an acknowledgment of the valor displayed in defending Garriden.

The council members sat upon ornate thrones, their presence a testament to ages past and destinies intertwined.

Among them, the radiant figure of the High Priestess stood, her regal bearing and wise gaze settling upon the trio with a mix of approval and benevolence.

"Warriors of Garriden," she said, her voice carrying the weight of authority and reverence. "Your bravery in the face of darkness has not gone unnoticed. The realms owe you a debt of gratitude."

As she spoke, attendants bearing ceremonial chests approached, each adorned with intricate runes and symbols of divine protection.