The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the fortress as the team gathered in the courtyard. The weight of the previous night's battles still hung over them, but there was also a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the darkness they faced, the bonds between them had grown stronger, forged in the crucible of their shared struggles.
Elara stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching as her companions prepared for the day ahead. Elias and Thalia were sparring in the early morning light, their movements fluid and precise, a testament to their years of training. Morgana was seated on a low stone wall, her eyes closed in meditation as she gathered her magical energy for the tasks ahead.
Elara's thoughts were a mix of pride and concern. They had made significant progress, but she knew the journey was far from over. The dark faction was relentless, and their recent victories had likely only made them more determined.
