The first light of dawn filtered through the twisted canopy of the forest, casting long shadows over the resistance camp. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of anticipation and determination as the resistance fighters and mages prepared for their mission. Every movement, every whispered word carried the weight of their hopes and fears.
Elara stood at the center of the camp, her eyes scanning the faces of those who had come to trust her leadership. She could see the determination in their eyes, the unspoken promise that they would do whatever it took to reclaim their homeland from Malachor's grasp.
Aiden approached her, his expression serious but supportive. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice soft yet steady.
Elara nodded, her resolve unwavering. "Yes. We've planned this meticulously, and everyone knows their role. We have to trust in each other and our preparations."
