The grand halls of the High Council buzzed with an uneasy energy as Elara and her team prepared to depart. The urgency in the Council's summons had not dissipated, and each member of the team felt the weight of their responsibility more keenly than ever. They had struck a decisive blow against the forces of darkness, but the road ahead promised even greater challenges.
As they exited the Council's chambers, Elara paused, casting a final glance at the intricate designs on the chamber walls—symbols of ancient power and hope. These emblems, though they had stood the test of time, now seemed to waver under the threat that loomed.
Lyra joined Elara at her side, her expression contemplative. "What do you think their next move will be? The destruction of the Heart of Darkness must have rattled them."