The Shaken Kingdom

The soft, golden light of dawn barely penetrated the dense clouds hanging over Elandor. The kingdom, once prosperous and full of life, was now submerged in an oppressive silence, as if the very air had been infused with the weight of the shadows that had passed through. Elysiel, still weakened by the battle with Seraphis, watched the ravaged fields from her window. The trees were dry, the flowers withered, and the land seemed lifeless. Elysiel couldn't tear her eyes away from the devastation caused by the final attack, and worse, she felt responsible for it all. Even after breaking the bond with Seraphis, the darkness lingered within her, like a silent shadow, corroding what remained of her confidence.