In the wake of the internal strife and the resurgence of external threats, the Enclave faced a period of uneasy calm. The remnants of the Dark Conclave were still out there, their presence felt like a persistent chill in the air. While Elara and her team worked tirelessly to stabilize their world, they could not shake the feeling that something was amiss.
One evening, as twilight settled over the Enclave, Elara sat in her quarters, poring over ancient texts and reports. The recent events had left her both physically and mentally drained. She couldn't shake the thought that the Dark Conclave's plans were deeper and more intricate than they had yet uncovered.
Elias knocked lightly before entering, his face etched with concern. "Elara, I've received troubling news from the scouts. There have been sightings of a figure resembling someone from the Dark Conclave's past—an individual who was believed to be long gone."
Elara looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Who is it?"