The resistance moved swiftly through the dense forest, their footsteps silent as they approached Malachor's stronghold. The predawn darkness cloaked their movements, making them nearly invisible to the guards stationed along the fortress walls. Elara led her team with a steady hand, her mind focused on the critical mission ahead.
The stronghold loomed before them, its dark stone walls reinforced with powerful wards and guarded by elite soldiers. The sense of foreboding was palpable, but the resistance pressed on, driven by the determination to end Malachor's reign of terror.
Elara glanced at Kael, who was already preparing his next illusion. "Kael, are you ready?"
Kael nodded, his hands glowing with magical energy. "I'll create an illusion of an attack on the far side of the fortress. That should draw their attention and give us the opportunity to move in."
"Good," Elara replied. "Let's do this."
