The journey back to their allies was grueling but filled with a newfound sense of purpose. The landscape, though still scarred by the battles that had taken place, was slowly beginning to heal, just as they were. As the group traversed the rugged terrain, Elara couldn't help but feel the weight of their recent experiences settling heavily on her shoulders. Each step forward felt like an echo of the past, a reminder of the sacrifices they had made and the darkness they had narrowly escaped.
The path wound through dense forests and over rocky hills, the remnants of war still evident in the scorched earth and shattered trees. Yet, amidst the destruction, there were signs of hope—new shoots of green pushing through the blackened soil, birds returning to the branches, and streams running clear once more. The world was slowly but surely reclaiming itself from the clutches of Nyx.