The journey back to Elandor was marked by a sense of triumph and relief. The mission to destroy the dark stronghold had been a success, and the remnants of the dark sorcerer's influence had been eradicated from Valoria. As Draven and his forces made their way through the mountains and back into the rolling hills of Valoria, the mood among the soldiers was one of quiet celebration.
Draven rode at the head of the column, the Lightforged Blade at his side, his thoughts focused on the future. The battle against the dark sorcerer had been won, but there was still much work to be done to ensure that Valoria remained safe and prosperous.
Aria rode beside him, her expression calm but thoughtful. "We did it, Draven. The sorcerer's power is finally gone."
Draven nodded, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "It's a victory, but it's also a reminder of how fragile peace can be. We need to remain vigilant, to ensure that nothing like this ever happens again."