The dawn broke over the horizon, scattering the remnants of night and draping the world in soft, golden hues. Yet, the warmth did little to ease the heavy weight of fate pressing upon Elara and Cassian. They lay beneath the celestial tapestry, pondering the consequences of their victory against Nyx. ‘We might have pushed her back, but is she truly gone?’ Elara’s voice trembled. Cassian turned to her, concern etching his features. ‘We have to remain vigilant. The darkness might simply be biding its time.’ Just then, a familiar voice echoed softly from the shimmering horizon.