The morning sun barely touched the cold, stone walls of the fortress as Elara prepared for the day ahead. The sense of urgency was palpable, each moment heavy with the weight of impending conflict. Outside, the once quiet landscape was now alive with the activity of troops and the hum of preparations. The sky, still streaked with the last remnants of dawn, hinted at the storms to come.
Elara had spent the night reviewing the latest reports from the scouts and organizing the distribution of supplies. Her strategic meetings with her core team had been productive, but they had also highlighted the formidable challenges they faced. The Abyss was relentless, and they needed every advantage they could muster.
