The days that followed the Eternal Shadow's retreat were marked by an uneasy calm. The warriors of the Luminal Heart remained on high alert, their senses sharpened, as though the very air carried the weight of an approaching storm. Kael could feel it—the subtle shift in the wind, the faint stirrings of something dark and powerful on the horizon. It wasn't just the absence of the Eternal Shadow that unsettled him. It was the silence, the deep, almost unnatural quiet that seemed to stretch out before them like an ominous void.
Morgana, ever perceptive, felt it too. As they gathered around the Luminal Heart for the morning briefing, she looked over the group, her expression unreadable. The magic that had woven them all together—the bond of shared memories, thoughts, and strength—was still strong, but the air hummed with anticipation. She could sense something, something far deeper than they could comprehend, stirring beneath the surface.