Chapter 850: The Shadows That Hide the Truth

The journey back to base was marked by an uneasy silence. The remnants of the battle still clung to the air, a tangible reminder of the darkness they had just escaped. Elara led the way, her steps heavy, but her mind sharper than ever. Though they had triumphed over the Weaver and shattered the monolith, the victory felt hollow. The Weaver's cryptic words echoed in her mind: *You are fighting against the future.*

As the Guardians approached their stronghold, a familiar sight greeted them: the towering walls of their fortress, nestled within the forest's edge. The stronghold was alive with activity. Scouts moved quickly, carrying reports and messages, while the healers tended to the wounded in the medical bay. Despite the signs of life and routine, an unmistakable tension hung over the camp.