Kael stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the valley below where the last remnants of their army were making their final preparations. The flickering of torches in the night gave the scene an eerie glow, like fireflies caught in the grip of an unforgiving wind. Behind him, the citadel loomed dark and foreboding, its walls like the ancient bones of a forgotten giant.
The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of what was to come. Every soldier here knew that this night might be their last, and yet there was no hesitation, no fear. The adrenaline that ran through their veins was not just the promise of battle but the certainty that they had no other choice. If they didn't act now, all would be lost.
