Emery could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him as he assessed their predicament. Unlike the mindless fury of the dragon, the elven forces above were methodical, their movements precise and deliberate. Whether through tracking spells, enchanted artifacts, or innate abilities, they were closing in, and it was only a matter of time before their underground sanctuary was discovered.
Thirty minutes had nearly passed since the distress beacon was activated, but there was still no sign of reinforcements from the Citadel. Emery strained his senses, but the desolate desert remained devoid of any approaching allies.
