The quiet hours just before dawn hung over the camp like a veil, soft and almost reverent. Though they had won a battle against the Eternal Shadow, the air remained tense, every soul aware that this was but a lull before the storm returned in full fury. The Luminal Heart pulsed with a steady glow, a beacon of protection that seemed to breathe in rhythm with the camp itself, anchoring each heart to the others.
Kael moved among the sleeping warriors, his presence calm and reassuring. He could see the weariness etched into their faces, but even in sleep, their expressions held a quiet strength. The Eternal Shadow had not shattered them; if anything, the ordeal had welded them closer together, each one a piece of an unbreakable whole.