The flickering torchlight cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the intricate carvings on the stone walls. We gathered around a large, round table in the heart of the guild's war room, ready to discuss the most critical battle plan of our lives. The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a sense of camaraderie and unspoken understanding among us. Raven, my wife and partner in all things, sat beside me, her piercing eyes fixed on the map spread out before us. The elder dragons loomed at the head of the table, their ancient eyes filled with wisdom and power.
"Alright, everyone," Tharos began, his deep, rumbling voice commanding attention. "We need to devise a strategy that will not only counter the Demon King's forces but also ensure the safety of our realm."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the task ahead. "Our scouts have confirmed the Demon King's army will be advancing from the north. We need to intercept them before they reach our borders."
