The morning after the attack by the shades dawned colder than usual. A thick fog had settled over the village, casting an eerie stillness as villagers and dwarves moved with quiet purpose. Despite the previous night's victory, there was no celebration. The looming threat of the Lich King's army weighed heavily on everyone.
James stood at the base of the newly reinforced stone wall, watching as the dwarves applied additional runes and wards to strengthen the defenses. Yori had stayed up most of the night, directing the magical efforts, and now she was resting, though even in her sleep she seemed tense. Sasha approached from behind, her armor clinking softly in the mist.
"Still standing?" she asked, offering him a weak smile.
