The team returned to Valdris, where they were met with cheers and gratitude. But even as the city celebrated, the Council of Four prepared for the battles ahead.

Morganna spoke first. “With Ironclad Summit secured, our path to the next obelisk is clear. But the enemy won’t wait. They’ll strike back before we can take the initiative.”

Lyanna added, “We’ve identified their next stronghold: Stormveil Hollow. It’s their most fortified position yet, and the obelisk there is critical to their network.”

Alaric’s expression was grim. “The final battle is approaching. We must be ready.”

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Damien’s team gathered in their quarters, each member preparing in their own way. Roland polished his shield, Lyra honed her blades, and Cassian checked his arrows.

Damien stood by the window, gazing out over the city. The weight of leadership pressed heavily on him, but he knew they couldn’t falter.

“We’ve come too far to stop now,” he said quietly. “We’ll end this war.”

As the first light of dawn broke, the team prepared to set out once more. Together, they would face whatever lay ahead. The fate of Valdris—and the world—depended on their strength and resolve.

The war was far from over, but they were ready.