The dawn broke over Eldoria with a heavy, oppressive silence. The usual chirping of birds was muted, as if even nature itself sensed the gravity of the day ahead. The kingdom was alive with activity, yet there was a palpable tension in the air, a collective breath held in anticipation of the storm to come.
Emily stood atop the castle battlements, her gaze sweeping over the bustling courtyard below. Soldiers hurried about, securing the last of the fortifications, sharpening swords, and adjusting armor. Mages were clustered in groups, discussing the final touches to the protective wards that would encircle the castle. Civilians moved with purpose, delivering supplies, tending to the wounded, or simply finding ways to be useful. There was a grim determination on every face she saw, a silent resolve to stand firm in the face of the approaching darkness.
