Blackened Horizons

The journey back to the Tenebryan camp was fraught with tension and exhaustion. The team moved swiftly through the dense forest, the shadows of night cloaking their movements. Every step was a reminder of the dangers they had faced and the friends they had lost. Berdine, still reeling from the recent battle and the death of Maelin, clung to Ninloth for support.

By the time they reached the camp, the first light of dawn was breaking through the dark gray clouds. The soldiers on guard recognized them and quickly moved to assist, their faces a mix of relief and concern. General Ninloth led the team into the camp, his armor battered and bloodied but his spirit unbroken.

"Get some rest," Ninloth commanded, his voice firm yet weary. "We'll debrief later."