Elara's body was numb, her muscles screaming in protest as she slowly rose to her feet. The battle had been won, but the aftermath was heavy. The dark energy that had once threatened to tear the world apart had been sealed away, but Elara could feel the toll it had taken on her—on them all.
Thorne and Morgana stood beside her, their faces drawn but resolute. The air was thick with the aftermath of magic, the faint scent of burning energy still lingering. The chamber that had once pulsed with malevolent power now felt strangely calm, almost peaceful in its eerie silence. But Elara knew better than to let her guard down.