The days following the disruption of the Dark Conclave's ritual were filled with a mixture of relief and preparation. The Enclave's stronghold was abuzz with activity as the team debriefed and analyzed their recent successes. Despite their victories, a shadow of unease hung over Elara and her team. The Dark Conclave's tactics were becoming increasingly sophisticated, and their next moves were difficult to predict.
Elara had been working tirelessly, reviewing the intelligence they had gathered and strategizing for future operations. As she worked late into the night, a knock on her door interrupted her focus. It was Seraphina, looking unusually troubled.
"Is everything alright?" Elara asked, noting the concern on Seraphina's face.
Seraphina entered and closed the door behind her. "There's something we need to discuss—something I discovered during our last mission. It's about one of our own."
Elara's expression grew serious. "Go on."