With the Heartstone safely nestled in Elara’s satchel, she and Selene retraced their steps through the Shadow Grove, the lingering whispers of the past gradually fading into the rustling of leaves. The weight of their victory hung in the air, but a sense of urgency gnawed at Elara’s thoughts. The Wraith was defeated, yet she sensed that the darkness it heralded was far from extinguished.
As they emerged from the grove, sunlight flooded the path before them, the vibrant colors of the Whispering Woods washing over Elara like a soothing balm. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, grounding herself in the present.
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