The sun hung low in the sky, casting a crimson hue over the land, signaling the impending storm. As Amara, Kirin, and Thalia raced through the council hall, the atmosphere buzzed with urgency and anticipation. They needed to prepare for the impending assault, and every moment counted.
"Gather everyone!" Amara shouted as they entered the central chamber, her voice steady despite the unease roiling in her stomach. "We must brief our allies and ensure the defenses are in place."
Kirin and Thalia sprang into action, each taking charge of different aspects of the preparations. Kirin moved to rally the soldiers stationed in the hall, his authoritative voice cutting through the chatter. Thalia, on the other hand, began weaving wards of protection around the room, ensuring that the council members would be safe during the impending attack.
