Lyerin's feet finally touched the solid ground of the sanctuary, and the relief that washed over him was almost palpable.
The journey had been long and arduous, filled with danger and darkness that still clung to him like a shadow. But now, standing in the safety of the sanctuary, surrounded by familiar faces, he allowed himself to relax—if only for a moment.
Corora was the first to approach him, her eyes filled with concern as she looked him over. "You're back," she said softly, her voice a mix of relief and worry. "Were there any problems?"
Lyerin shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied, trying to downplay the weight of the horrors he had faced. He didn't want to burden her with the details of what he had seen, what he had done. "I need you and the others to stay here, take care of the supplies. Don't come to the ruined magical world. It's too dangerous for now, I'm going to do something…"