The sun was setting over the ruins of Elderglen, casting long shadows across the devastated landscape. Once a thriving village, Elderglen was now a ghostly reminder of the darkness that had swept through, leaving behind only echoes of what once was. The air was thick with the scent of ash and earth, and the few remaining structures stood as silent sentinels against the encroaching night.
Elara stood at the edge of the village, her heart heavy as she surveyed the ruins. It had been weeks since the battle that had ravaged Elderglen, but the scars it left behind were still fresh in her mind. The people they had saved were gone, evacuated to safer lands, but the memories of the fight lingered, a constant reminder of the cost of their struggle.