The Battle for Linscht Ends

"Time," Elara said, her voice echoing like a distant memory, "that we must use wisely. The battle is won, but the war is far from over."

Lyle, with Nicholas and the others at his side, nodded solemnly. The glow of the holy light was fading, but its presence had left an indelible mark on the battlefield and in their hearts. The land around them, once shrouded in darkness and corruption, was now bathed in the soft, warm light of the holy energy.

Elara's ghostly form hovered before them, her features serene despite the translucent nature of her appearance. "Lyle, you must understand the gravity of what lies ahead."

"The enemies may be weakened, but their resolve is unbroken, they will return, and with them, a new wave of darkness."

"They will now be targeting you, as well as the rest of you, and for that, I apologize."