The dawn was breaking, casting a gray light over the forest as the resistance moved out for their most crucial mission. The final assault on Malachor's stronghold had begun. Elara, Aiden, and Roderic led their teams with quiet determination, each step bringing them closer to the confrontation that would decide the fate of Eldoria.
Elara's team moved with practiced silence through the dense underbrush. They reached a vantage point overlooking Malachor's fortress, its dark towers looming ominously against the morning sky. The fortress was a grim testament to Malachor's power, its walls bristling with guards and dark magic.
"We need to create a diversion to draw the guards away," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the defenses. "Kael, can you use your magic to create an illusion and draw their attention?"
