The sun climbed higher, bathing Eldros in a golden light that had not touched the city's streets for many years. The oppressive gloom that had clung to every corner seemed to evaporate with the morning mist, replaced by a fragile sense of peace.
Kael, Saerin, and Lioren emerged from the grand hall, their bodies weary but their spirits unbroken. Word of the binding had already begun to spread. Citizens, once cowering in fear, tentatively stepped out of their homes, their eyes wide with disbelief and cautious hope.
In the marketplace, merchants dusted off their stalls, and children played beneath the now-clear skies. Eldros was waking from a long nightmare, and its people were ready to reclaim their lives.
Kael glanced at his companions. "This is only the beginning. The Harrow was but one of many threats lurking in the shadows."
Saerin nodded, gripping her sword tightly. "We must strengthen the bonds between the clans. If darkness returns, we must stand united."
Lioren's gaze lingered on the distant horizon. "And I will delve deeper into the ancient magics. There are still secrets we need to uncover if we are to protect Eldros."
As the three friends walked through the bustling streets, a sudden chill swept over the air. From the depths of the city's ancient tunnels, a faint whisper echoed—a promise that the past was never truly gone, and that new challenges awaited.
But for now, Eldros breathed freely, its light restored by those brave enough to face the darkness.