The dawn broke over the stronghold, casting a golden light over the aftermath of the battle. Inside the war room, the Guardians gathered around the large table strewn with maps and reports, the air thick with anticipation and uncertainty. Elara, Lyra, Henry, and Morgana sat at the table, each absorbed in their thoughts as they prepared to discuss the offer from Elysia.
Elara took a deep breath and looked around at her comrades. "Elysia's proposal has given us much to consider. We need to weigh the potential benefits of a treaty against the risks of continuing our current path."
Morgana, still visibly exhausted but resolute, nodded. "The vision she showed us was compelling. A balance between realms could prevent further destruction. But we must be cautious. The Shadow Realm is treacherous, and any deal with them could come with hidden consequences."