Confrontation with the Council

The battlefield, now engulfed in an uneasy silence, bore the scars of the recent fight. The eclipse still hung over Elandor's sky, casting a faint light that flickered between the world of light and shadows. But for a brief moment, the combat ceased, as if the very world was holding its breath at the arrival of Elara and Alistair.

The ancient kings of Elandor walked among the troops, their piercing gazes sweeping over both the ranks of the fairies and the demons. There was an involuntary respect that everyone present felt for their presence, a reverence that forced warriors to lower their weapons and hesitate in their march towards destruction.

Seraphis, still struggling against the internal shadows Kaelyra had summoned, was clearly weakened but stood by Elysiel's side, feeling the palpable tension in the air. Elysiel, the light dimmed in her eyes, gazed at her parents, a mixture of relief at their presence and the weight of the revelations that had just been made.