Two days passed in a blur of preparation. The city was a hive of frantic activity as Elara's forces worked tirelessly to repair what they could and brace for the coming onslaught. Wounded soldiers were patched up, the defensive wards were reinforced, and the remains of the Voidspawn's corruption were scrubbed from the streets. But despite their efforts, a palpable tension hung in the air. Everyone knew the true test was yet to come.
Elara stood on the battlements overlooking the southern approach, her eyes scanning the distant horizon. Dark clouds gathered in the distance, swirling unnaturally as if the sky itself was rebelling. The Voidspawn would arrive soon, and there was no telling what new horrors they would bring with them.
Arian joined her, his expression grim as he followed her gaze. "The calm before the storm," he muttered.
