The fortress lay quiet under the morning sun, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. The air was cool and crisp, carrying a sense of calm that felt almost surreal after the battle. Elara and her companions moved through the stronghold with a sense of cautious optimism, their bodies exhausted but their spirits lifted by their hard-fought victory.
Elara stood on the parapet, looking out over the battlefield below. The aftermath of the battle was evident: the remnants of dark forms scattered across the ground, evidence of the ferocious clash between light and shadow. The horizon was clear now, the dark clouds that had hung over them dissipated, but Elara knew that the peace they had earned was only temporary.