The forest outside the Sanctuary of Lumina was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the early morning breeze. Yet, to Elara, the silence felt oppressive, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something to break the fragile peace. She stood at the edge of the clearing, her eyes scanning the dense thickets for any signs of movement, her thoughts still anchored to the battle they had narrowly won.
Seraphina emerged from the trees a few moments later, her steps light but purposeful. Her face was impassive, but Elara could sense the tension in her movements—sharp, deliberate, a readiness for violence that hadn't left her even after the victory in the Sanctuary.
"No sign of them," Seraphina said, her voice low. "At least not for now."
Elara let out a slow breath. "They're regrouping. I'm sure of it."