The dawn broke over the Vale of Winds, casting a soft glow across the vibrant landscape. Elara rose to greet the day, the warmth of the sun a comforting reminder of their recent victory. She sat up slowly, her mind still swirling with the echoes of the battle they had fought together against the Wraith’s master. The memories felt vivid and surreal, the power of the Heartstone still thrumming in her veins.
As she glanced around, she noticed the Guardians gathered in a circle, their expressions serious. The melodic Guardian, who had initially welcomed them, stood at the center, her arms raised as if invoking the energy of the Vale itself. Elara could feel a palpable tension in the air, the remnants of the night’s battle still lingering like a fog.
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