The moon was high in the air, illuminating the town as Nicholas returned, bloodied but with a grim determination in his eyes. The group, having observed his quick dispatch of the scouting party, felt a mixture of relief and heightened tension. Elara was the first to speak.
"They'll come soon. We need to prepare for the real battle."
Londar, his brow furrowed, adjusted the wards around their position. "I've strengthened the barriers, but they'll only hold for so long against a full-scale attack."
Zaratu nodded, his gaze scanning the perimeter. "We need to set traps, anything to slow them down, after all, we know that they will be using their monsters as they have done before."
The group sprang into action, setting up various traps around their fake hidden base. The abandoned building, once nothing but a run-down construction that was used mostly by beggars, was now a fortress brimming with lethal surprises.
