The forest was still and shrouded in shadows as the resistance teams moved into position. Each step was taken with care, every sound carefully muffled to avoid detection. The weight of the mission hung heavily on their shoulders, but their resolve was unbreakable. Today, they would strike at the very heart of Malachor's power and hope to turn the tide of this war.
Elara led her team silently through the dense underbrush, her senses heightened and alert. They moved silently, communicating with subtle hand signals. The target outpost loomed ahead, heavily fortified and teeming with Malachor's soldiers. She could see the wooden fence and the patrolling guards, their silhouettes dark against the moonlit sky.
"We need to create a diversion to draw the guards away," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the outpost's defenses. "Kael, can you use your magic to create an illusion and draw their attention?"
