As the first light of dawn bathed the battlefield in a warm golden hue, Amara sat on the ground, her sword resting across her knees. The air, once filled with the chaos of battle, now carried a profound stillness that echoed the finality of their victory. The remnants of Zara's dark magic lay scattered around them, mere shadows of the terror that had threatened their world.
"Is it truly over?" Mira whispered, her voice barely rising above the gentle rustle of leaves as they settled into a tentative peace.
Amara took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp morning air that felt different now—lighter, imbued with a sense of renewal. "For now, yes. But we must remain vigilant. Darkness can return in many forms."
Kirin, still catching his breath, nodded in agreement. "We should return to the council. They'll need to know what happened here. We must prepare for any repercussions."