The camp buzzed with quiet, focused energy as dusk settled over Ardent Hold. Soldiers moved with practiced efficiency, sharpening weapons and preparing their gear in anticipation of the coming mission. Morgana stood at the edge of the courtyard, her eyes on the horizon where the last sliver of sunlight faded beneath a thickening layer of clouds. The air felt heavy, charged with the promise of confrontation.
Beside her, Kirin and Lyana made their final preparations. Kirin was checking his sword, ensuring its blade was sharp enough to cut through both flesh and shadow, while Lyana whispered a spell under her breath, weaving a protective aura around her staff.
