The first signs of spring blanketed the village in a soft, hopeful glow. Wildflowers bloomed in patches where scorched earth once dominated, and the air was rich with the scent of new beginnings. Elena stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching a group of young villagers spar under Sylara’s guidance.
"Focus your stance!" Sylara called out, her voice firm but encouraging. "A stable foundation is key to strength!"
The young recruits, mostly teenagers, nodded earnestly, their wooden swords clashing in a rhythm that was equal parts chaotic and promising. Elena couldn't help but smile. These were not warriors, not yet. But they were survivors, eager to protect what they had reclaimed.
Kael approached, a scroll tucked under his arm. His expression was a mixture of amusement and exasp
