The anticipation was electrifying as the resistance teams moved into their final positions. The night was dark, the air heavy with the scent of earth and the underlying tension of the impending battle. Each team was ready, their nerves taut but their resolve 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?"
