Love

Weeks had passed since Xal'dar's ominous instructions to Rhea, and an unsettling calm had settled over the realm. Leor and his companions had been bracing themselves for Xal'dar's retaliation, expecting his dark forces to come pouring down upon them in search of the Sceptre. But as the days bled into weeks, and both day and night remained peaceful, the silence from Xal'dar grew more and more concerning. It was as if the dark god had simply... given up.

Leor and his companions had gathered in the great hall, their faces lit only by the flickering torches.

"I don't trust the silence," Leor said, his brow furrowed in concern. "Xal'dar's forces should have been here by now. Something's not right."

Shania shook her head. "Maybe he's given up. Without the sceptre, he can't wage war on the realms. For now, peace has been restored. But only time will tell what the future holds."

Seraphina nodded in agreement, but Corvus and Azarath exchanged a skeptical glance.