The battle had left us drained, but as dawn broke over the horizon, it brought a sense of hope. The golden rays streamed through the trees, casting a warm light upon the battlefield where we had engaged the shadows.
Exhausted yet triumphant, our warriors began to gather, bruised and scarred but united. As the sun rose, it illuminated our resolve, bathing us in light that felt like renewal—a rebirth from the ashes of a tumultuous night.
“Gather ’round, everyone,” Marcus called, his powerful voice cutting through the lingering fatigue. “We have faced darkness together, and we have emerged stronger. Today, we honor our fallen, salute our bravery, and forge a new path toward unity.”
With a sense of reverence, we formed a circle, the morning sun shining down on us like a protective embrace.
