The aftermath of the ritual weighed heavily on Elara's body as they began their trek back to the main camp. Every step felt like an immense effort, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, but the knowledge of their temporary victory kept her going. Lyra and Doran walked beside her, their expressions grim but determined.
"How much time do we have before the barrier weakens?" Lyra asked, breaking the silence.
Elara glanced at the ley line map etched into her memory. "A few days, maybe a week if we're lucky. The Abyss is relentless, and it will test the barrier constantly. We need to regroup and prepare our next move."
Doran nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "We should send word to Elias and Morgana. They'll need to know we've cut off the Abyss here. Maybe they can coordinate their forces for the next strike."