The morning sun bathed the shattered landscape in a soft, golden light, dispelling the remnants of the storm and the darkness that had once suffocated the land. Elara and Morgana stood at the edge of the ruins, their eyes weary but resolute as they surveyed the aftermath of their victory. The once-feared fortress was now a pile of rubble, its ominous presence reduced to a haunting memory.
Elias approached, his expression a mixture of relief and concern. "We're safe for now, but we should move quickly. The collapse of the fortress may have triggered some latent enchantments. We need to regroup and assess our next steps."
Elara nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the storm clouds were slowly retreating. "Agreed. Let's gather everyone and make sure we're all accounted for."