Chapter 60

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the forest as the camp buzzed with activity. The aftermath of their battle with the Elders of the Night left everyone on edge. Though they had emerged victorious, the threat was far from over. Alex knew that this temporary respite was an opportunity to regroup, heal, and prepare for whatever lay ahead.

Alex stood at the edge of the camp, staring out into the darkness. He felt the weight of leadership more acutely than ever. Victory had come at a cost, and the faces of the fallen haunted his thoughts. His father's words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the responsibilities he bore.

Sara approached quietly, her presence a calming balm to his frayed nerves. "Alex," she said softly, her hand resting on his arm. "You need to rest. We all do."