The dawn broke gently over Verathia, casting a warm glow that slowly melted away the remnants of the storm. Elara stood on the balcony of her family's modest estate, the cool morning air brushing against her skin, a soothing balm against the chaos of the past few days. Yet, her heart was a tempest of conflicting emotions as she replayed the events that had unfolded in the forest, each moment a reminder of Alistair's struggle.
Her thoughts drifted to him. What had begun as a romantic dream had twisted into a nightmare, fueled by obsession and darkness. She hoped their narrow escape from the clutches of the unknown would give Alistair the clarity he needed, but doubt lingered in her mind like a shadow.
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