A gentle calm settled over Eldoria, like the softest of blankets draped over the kingdom's weary landscape. The battle that had raged with such fury moments before now seemed like a distant nightmare, its echoes fading into the soft rustle of the morning breeze. The High Luminary stood atop the temple steps, her gaze cast toward the horizon where the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and rose. Beside her, Margo and Priest Mathias stood in quiet contemplation, their eyes reflecting the soft, warm light of the rising sun.
"It's finally over," the High Luminary whispered, her voice filled with a quiet relief
Margo's thoughts turned to Elias who had stood against the overwhelming darkness and emerged victorious. She remembered his determination, the fire in his eyes that had refused to be extinguished even in the face of terrible odds . For Margo, as the child of light, Elias was more than just a hero; he was the embodiment of salvation and hope itself