The air was thick with tension as Elara stood at the entrance of the fortress, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the barren landscape, but her mind was elsewhere—focused on the encroaching danger. The Abyss was near. She could feel it, creeping closer with each passing hour.
Inside the fortress, her companions prepared for what they all knew would be their final stand. Kael sharpened his blade in silence, the sound of metal against stone filling the heavy air. Morgana sat cross-legged near the hearth, her brow furrowed in concentration as she poured over the ancient texts they had recovered. Arian moved through the halls, checking the defenses and ensuring every exit was secure.
