Returning to the enclave, Kael found silence heavier than usual. A breach had occurred; several Wardens lay fallen, their souls scattered or lost. Kael moved quickly, using the Sight to identify lingering threads of the dead, consuming only the fragments necessary to stabilize the rest.
The horror of the scene struck him the weight of lives affected, choices made, the cost of survival. Hunger stirred, but Kael had learned to resist, channeling his focus toward preserving life rather than succumbing to power.
Hours of meticulous work followed. Kael restored the threads, reordered the dead, and ensured no additional threat remained. Exhausted, he reflected on the delicate balance of power and morality, understanding that even the smallest decision could tilt the scale towards good or evil.