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.