The journey back to Elandor was marked by a profound sense of both relief and exhaustion. The battle against the dark sorcerer had taken its toll on Draven and Aria, but the knowledge that they had triumphed kept their spirits high. As they descended from the mountains, the barren landscape of the Western Wastes gradually gave way to the familiar forests and rolling hills of the lands surrounding Elandor.
The air grew warmer, the sky brighter, and the oppressive darkness that had hung over them in the Darkspire began to lift. It was as if the very land itself was celebrating their victory, the trees and flowers blooming in vibrant colors as they made their way home.
"We did it," Aria said, her voice filled with quiet pride as they rode through the forest. "The sorcerer is gone, and the dark artifacts have been destroyed. Valoria is safe."