The preparations unfolded like a meticulously crafted tapestry woven from the shared hopes and fears of those gathered. With Darien's words still echoing in their minds, every warrior, mage, scout, and healer within the camp moved with renewed purpose, committed to facing whatever threat the dark prophecy had foretold. Kael, Morgana, and Darien had become more than leaders to these people—they were symbols of unity, reminders of the strength that could arise from bonds unbroken.
As dawn stretched across the valley, painting the sky with hues of rose and gold, Kael stood atop a makeshift platform at the center of the camp. Around him, his allies gathered, waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath, allowing his gaze to sweep over their determined faces, each one bearing the marks of battle, resilience, and hope.
