The sun slowly emerged over the horizon, marking the arrival of a new morning.
Golden sunlight spread across the entire city, illuminating the streets and buildings that had endured the terrible events of the previous night.
The smoke rising from the destroyed structures had begun to dissipate. The screams of the injured and the sounds of battle had finally faded, and the danger that had threatened to consume the city was gone.
However, the victory had come at a cost.
Many elves had lost their lives, though the majority of the city's population had survived. Only a relatively small number had fallen victim to the unexpected disaster.
Yet every elf who had witnessed the events would remember that night for the rest of their lives.
They had seen a miracle with their own eyes.
