The atmosphere within the camp had shifted noticeably since the discovery of the ancient ritual that could potentially sever Nyx's connection to the corrupted land. Though a glimmer of hope had been ignited, the weight of the task ahead was felt by all. The air was thick with tension, but it was also charged with a determination that ran deep among those who had fought long and hard against Nyx's dark influence.
Elara stood at the heart of the camp, overseeing the final preparations for the expeditions that would gather the necessary components for the ritual. Her sharp eyes scanned the bustling activity around her, noting the determined faces of the soldiers and mages as they prepared to embark on what could be their most dangerous mission yet.