The sun had risen, casting a soft, golden light through the forest canopy. The Guardians, despite their weariness, were already at work, preparing for the days ahead. They knew that the darkness they had fought against was merely the beginning, and they needed to be ready for whatever came next.
Elara sat by the campfire, examining the report she had sent to their allies. The urgency of the message had made it crucial to convey every detail accurately. As she reviewed the information, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Nyx's warnings and the strange energy they had sensed were ominous signs of a looming threat.
Morgana, resting nearby, was slowly recovering her strength. The magic she had used to reinforce the barrier had drained her, but she was determined to be ready for the next battle. Her staff, now glowing faintly, was a sign that her power was returning.