The forest seemed to breathe with life as Amara, Kirin, and Morgana navigated their way back, each step echoing the promise of their newfound purpose. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Shadows danced among the trees, and every rustle of leaves felt like a reminder of the darkness they were now tasked with confronting.
"Do you think the council will believe us?" Morgana asked, her voice barely above a whisper as they approached the forest's edge. "After everything we've faced, can they really grasp the magnitude of what we've uncovered?"
Kirin, walking slightly ahead, glanced back over his shoulder. "They have to. We're not just bringing warnings; we're bringing evidence. The altar's power spoke to us—it revealed truths that we can't ignore."