Chapter 87 A New Dawn

• The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the once-stormy landscape. The wind had calmed, and the earth, though still scarred by the battles they had fought, seemed to breathe easier. The Heart of Elandor was gone, its power dispersed, its storm silenced. But the weight of their actions lingered in the air. The world, though saved, had been irrevocably changed.
• Ariella sat on a rocky outcrop, her hands still faintly glowing with the residual magic of the Heart’s destruction. She felt exhausted, her body aching, but there was a profound sense of peace that settled in her heart. The storm had been quelled, but more importantly, she had faced the deepest parts of herself—her fears, her guilt—and emerged stronger.
• As she gazed out over the valley below, Kael walked beside her, his footsteps soft on the ground. He had changed since they had first met, his confidence now tempered with a newfound humility. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was nothing to say—only the quiet understanding that they had won, but at a great cost.