The air crackled with anticipation as the sun began to rise over the encampment, casting a golden hue across the tents and banners. Amara stood at the edge of the clearing, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the first light of dawn broke through the darkness. The beauty of the morning was a stark contrast to the chaos that awaited them, but it filled her with a sense of hope.
Today marked the day they would set their plan into motion. Allies were gathering, warriors and mages from distant lands who shared a common purpose: to stand against the encroaching darkness. Amara felt the weight of their expectations resting on her shoulders, but she refused to let fear cloud her resolve.
