The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a gentle glow across the camp. The night had passed quietly, the only sounds being the occasional crackle of the campfire and the soft murmur of the wind through the trees. The Guardians stirred from their rest, refreshed and ready to continue their work.
Elara awoke early, her mind still focused on the tasks ahead. She stepped out of her tent and took a deep breath of the crisp morning air. The land around them, though still scarred, seemed to hold a promise of renewal. The sky was clear, and the birds began to sing their morning songs, a hopeful sign of the land's recovery.
Morgana joined her shortly, her face reflecting a mixture of fatigue and determination. "We've made good progress so far, but today is crucial. We need to ensure that the ley lines remain stable and that all traces of dark magic are eliminated."