Kael awoke with a start, the morning light spilling through his window like a promise and a warning. Today would mark the beginning of their mission to root out the last vestiges of the void's influence. He dressed quickly, fastening his armor and strapping his blade to his side. Every motion reminded him of the countless battles they'd already fought, but there was a new urgency in his movements—a quiet, burning resolve to protect everything they had rebuilt.
As he stepped out into the courtyard, he saw Morgana, Isolde, Elarion, and Rowan already waiting, each preparing for their tasks. Morgana had scrolls and tomes piled at her feet, her brow furrowed in thought as she scanned an ancient text. Isolde was mapping out her path to the ruins near Valtoria, while Rowan was adjusting the hilt of a dagger strapped to his thigh, his fingers tapping out a rhythm against the leather.