The journey back to Greystone was swift. Lucas and Kaela rode their beasts with urgency, adrenaline still coursing through their veins from the harrowing battle against the Widow Queen Tharaz. The labyrinth had taken much, but it had given even more.
As they approached Greystone, the sight that greeted them was inspiring. The city buzzed with movement. On the training grounds, militia practiced tirelessly. Archers fired volley after volley under Elira's command, and swordsmen engaged in drills with renewed vigor. Watchtowers were rising on the outskirts, new buildings were being erected, and the heartbeat of a growing empire pulsed louder than ever.
Lucas smiled. "They're readying themselves. The city's alive."
Kaela nodded beside him. "Greystone isn't just surviving. It's preparing to thrive."
