The first light of dawn crept over Valrath, casting a soft, golden hue across the remnants of the battle. The library, though battered, stood resolute, a testament to the endurance and courage of those who had defended it. Elara, Arian, Morgana, and Kael stood amidst the debris, their faces etched with the exhaustion of their recent struggle.
The library's once-gleaming walls were now scarred and darkened by the conflict. Books and scrolls lay scattered across the floor, some burned and others miraculously untouched. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burnt magic and the faint echo of the battle's residual energy. The destruction was significant, but the library's core remained intact, protected by the powerful wards they had set.