The heavy doors of the Enclave's council chamber swung open, the sound reverberating through the stone halls like a somber herald. Elara strode in with Elias by her side, both bearing grim expressions. They had returned from scouting the northern borders, only to receive troubling news about Kael and Seraphina's encounter. A sense of urgency filled the air.
Inside, the council had already gathered. The tension was palpable, each member seated around the circular table wearing expressions of concern, exhaustion, and, in some cases, thinly veiled anger. Elara could feel the fracture growing within their ranks, the cracks widening as the challenges mounted. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier on her shoulders.