After the recent skirmishes and cunning gambits, the Golden Serpents faded from the Ember Circle's periphery. Scouts reported fewer sightings, and spies whispered that Serpent agents had withdrawn deeper into their strongholds. Whether this was a strategic retreat or a regrouping effort, no one could say. But the lull in hostilities gave the Ember Circle time to strengthen their hold.
In this momentary peace, villagers rebuilt damaged fences, farmers resumed their tasks without fear, and traveling merchants breathed easier. Ember patrols eased slightly, though vigilance remained. The captains encouraged their troops to rest, heal wounds, and sharpen blades in quiet contemplation. Generals met less urgently, focusing on reinforcing supply lines and training new recruits rather than rushing to meet ambushes.
Lyrus took this time to walk openly through the heartland. He visited a small town that had once cowered under bandit raids, now vibrant and stable under Ember protection. He spoke to artisans and farmers, not as a distant ruler but as a thoughtful leader listening to their worries, hopes, and ideas. The people welcomed his calm presence, finding solace in his assurance that they were no longer pawns of fear.
Though the Serpents were quiet, everyone suspected they were not idle. This respite was likely a calm before another storm. Yet for the Ember Circle, every tranquil day allowed them to tighten bonds and reflect on their purpose. They would not squander this gift of peace, however fleeting.
Under the watchful eye of captains and generals, the Circle's units refined their formations, improved communication, and practiced intricate maneuvers. The Ember Shadow, still a secret force, trained in silence under moonlight, perfecting their subtle arts for future challenges.
As dusk settled, Lyrus stood on a hilltop, surveying farms and villages where lights twinkled like grounded stars. He knew trouble lay ahead, but this calm interlude let the Circle gather strength. Soon, others would notice their resolve and discipline. Some, perhaps, would seek to join their cause rather than stand alone in a troubled land.