We need some rest
As we made our way back to Lydia's castle, the forest seemed darker and more oppressive than ever before. The recent battle weighed heavily on all of us, casting a shadow over our spirits.
The trees, tall and ancient, loomed overhead, their branches intertwining to form a dense canopy that blocked out the sunlight. The air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of earth and moss.
Aurelia, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we know what we're up against now," she said, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness. "And hey, we made it out alive. That's something to be proud of."
I glanced at Seraphine, who walked silently beside me, her face a mask of calm determination. She caught my eye and gave me a small, reassuring smile. Despite the tension, her presence was a comforting anchor. I reached out and squeezed her hand, finding solace in the warmth of her touch.