The night was deep, and the fortress lay shrouded in shadows as Elara and her team returned from the northern forest. The air was cooler now, and the stars twinkled overhead, a stark contrast to the turmoil and danger that had marked their day. Inside the fortress, the atmosphere was a mix of relief and apprehension.
Elara's mind buzzed with the aftermath of the skirmish. The ritual they had disrupted was a significant victory, but it was clear that the Shadow Shard had more plans in motion. She knew they needed to consolidate their gains and prepare for whatever came next.
The war room was bustling with activity as the team regrouped. Morgana, weary but focused, was examining the remnants of the magical construct they had dismantled. Cedric and his aides were organizing the reports and preparing for any further attacks. Elara joined them, her thoughts sharp and determined.
"How are the wounded?" Elara asked, looking to Cedric.