The days following the discovery of Aric's prophecy were tense. The Enclave, though bolstered by the Celestial Pendant and the knowledge of the Dark Conclave's plans, could not shake the feeling that time was slipping away. The storm clouds of war gathered on the horizon, both figuratively and literally, as ominous weather swept across the land, a harbinger of the dark magic brewing in the Conclave's secret lairs.
Elara stood in the heart of the command chamber, her hands resting on the map spread before her. She could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. All around the room, her allies and advisors were locked in deep discussion—Seraphina poring over arcane manuscripts, Kael and Elias strategizing troop movements, and Aric scribbling furiously in his notebook as new pieces of information came together.
