The sun was now fully above the horizon, its warm rays filtering through the trees and casting long shadows across the forest floor. Elara watched as her companions moved with renewed purpose, the fatigue of their recent battle slowly giving way to the determination that had driven them for so long. She knew that this moment of peace was fleeting, a brief respite before the storm that was surely coming.
Henry was already making preparations to send messages to the other guardians. He had set up a small, makeshift table on a flat rock, where he meticulously wrote out each letter, his brow furrowed in concentration. As he worked, Elara approached, watching him with a mixture of admiration and concern.
"You're writing to the other leaders, aren't you?" she asked, her voice quiet.