🌪️ Fallout from the Counterstrike
The shattered nexus left the Shattered Vale trembling. The Rift's grip loosened—fissures began to close, and corrupted creatures fled in confusion.
The team regrouped back at the Hollowheart Enclave, weary but victorious.
Elara wiped sweat from her brow.
"That was close. We lost good people."
Artemis nodded, the weight of leadership settling heavier than ever.
"We've dealt a blow, but the Hollow King escaped. He'll strike back."
đź’¬ Quiet Moments
Later that night, the camp was hushed. The vines on the walls pulsed gently, a soft lullaby in the darkness.
Artemis found Elara sitting by the glowing roots, staring at the Beacon on her wrist.
"Still processing everything?" Artemis asked quietly, sitting down beside her.
Elara smiled softly, warmth in her eyes.
"It's overwhelming… but being here, with you—it helps."
Artemis's claws retracted as she reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Elara's face.
"I don't know what the future holds," Artemis said, voice low. "But I want to face it with you."
Elara's hand found Artemis's, fingers entwining.
"We're stronger together."
They leaned in, a gentle moment of peace amid the storm.
⚔️ Preparing for the Next Storm
Dawn broke, and with it, the air thickened with anticipation.
The Hollow King's shadow loomed closer.
Artemis stood atop the enclave's wall, Beacon glowing bright.
"We have a choice—to wait and defend or take the fight to him," she declared to the gathered bonded.
Elara joined her, ready.
"Together," she said.
The battle was far from over.
But now, they had hope—and each other.