The days following the battle were a whirlwind of activity. The fortress, though battered, had been fortified and reinforced. The once-dilapidated stronghold now stood as a formidable bastion, bristling with defenses and brimming with renewed purpose. Elara and her team worked tirelessly to ensure that every aspect of their preparation was meticulous. They knew that the Abyss would not rest, and neither could they.
As dawn broke on the third day since the attack, the fortress was alive with a sense of anticipation. Elara stood on the ramparts, the early morning light casting long shadows across the landscape. The air was crisp, and the wind carried the faintest hint of approaching allies. Her gaze swept over the fortifications and the team of defenders who were preparing for the arrival of reinforcements.
Kael joined her, his armor gleaming in the sunlight. "The scouts have reported that our allies are close. They should arrive by midday."
