Chapter 30: The Healing of the Sick
The morning sun began to rise over the horizon, casting soft golden rays across the now calm and quiet grounds of New Haven. The air was still thick with tension from the night before, the aftermath of the terrifying attack that had nearly brought everything crashing down. People moved cautiously, and whispers of uncertainty filled the air, but there was a glimmer of hope now.
At the center of it all stood the elven princess, her long golden hair glowing in the early sunlight, shimmering as if each strand was made of actual gold. She radiated calm, her intense silver eyes scanning the area with wisdom and compassion. People gathered around, some still visibly injured, others trembling from the horrors they had experienced.