The dawn of the assault was met with a tense silence that hung over Aetheris like a shroud. The city's defenders were positioned strategically, each warrior, mage, and ally ready to respond to any threat. The artifacts, now secured in a fortified chamber, were under constant guard, their power a beacon of hope and danger.
Alaric stood with Adrian, Lyra, Thalia, and Damien on the main battlement, overlooking the city. The early morning light cast long shadows, giving the scene an eerie calm before the storm. Alaric's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and determination. He knew that this day could change the fate of their world.
"We've done everything we can to prepare," Adrian said, breaking the silence. "Now we wait."
Alaric nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Stay alert. The Order won't give us any warning."
