Chapitre 492: Chapter 492: The Weight of Remembered Sorrow

The first light of dawn illuminated the battlefield, revealing the extent of the previous night's clash. The village, though battered, stood resilient. The defenders, still catching their breath from the grueling fight, began the process of recovery and assessment. Elara and her team, though exhausted, knew that their next steps would be crucial.

In the midst of the quieting chaos, Elara took a moment to survey the damage. The village had held strong, but there were clear signs of the battle's toll. Broken fences, scorched earth, and fallen defenders—both friend and foe—painted a grim picture of the night's events. Despite the victories, the cost of the conflict was evident.

Elara made her way to where Morgana and Aric were working, their magic having stabilized the Nexus's barrier. Morgana's face was set in concentration as she poured over ancient texts, while Aric was inscribing runes into the ground, reinforcing the protective wards.