The air was thick with tension as the resistance forces gathered at the gates of the fortress, their breath visible in the cold night. Elara, Aiden, and Roderic stood at the forefront, their expressions resolute. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the assembled troops, illuminating their determined faces.
Elara raised her hand, signaling for silence. "This is it," she said, her voice strong and clear. "We've trained for this moment, and now it's time to show the enemy what we're made of. Stay focused, stay together, and we will prevail."
A cheer rose from the troops, their spirits lifted by Elara's words. The gates creaked open, and the resistance forces marched out into the night, their footsteps echoing in the silence.
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