The resistance team moved stealthily through the dimly lit corridor, their breaths shallow and eyes sharp. The air was thick with dark energy, and the walls of the fortress pulsed with a malevolent presence. Every step they took was measured and deliberate, their senses heightened to detect any lurking dangers.
As they approached the heart of the outpost, the ancient runes and symbols lining the walls grew more intense, their glow casting eerie shadows on the stone. Elara led the way, her mind racing with strategy and determination. This was their chance to strike a decisive blow against Malachor, and they couldn't afford any mistakes.
"We're close," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Stay alert."
