The trek back to the city of Valtoria was a journey of silence and reflection. The fortress of the void had disappeared behind them, swallowed by the dense forest, leaving only a lingering unease in the air. The sun had set, and the first stars had begun to dot the darkening sky. Kael felt a strange calm settle over him, like the stillness after a storm. The world felt different now—lighter, as if a shroud had been lifted. Yet, the victory felt bittersweet, a reminder that even though they had won the battle, the scars of the void's influence would take time to heal.
The road ahead was illuminated by the soft, silvery glow of the moon, casting long shadows that danced among the trees. The group's footsteps were muffled by the damp forest floor, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional call of a night bird.