The early morning mist clung to the fortress like a shroud, obscuring the landscape and creating an atmosphere of hushed anticipation. Elara, clad in her armor, moved with purpose through the foggy courtyard. The air was crisp and cool, and the faint echoes of preparations filled the quiet.
She found Cedric and Lyra near the main gate, overseeing the final adjustments to the defenses. The soldiers worked diligently, fortifying the barriers and ensuring that every position was manned. The sense of urgency was palpable, their actions a testament to the gravity of the situation.
"Elara," Cedric greeted her, his voice cutting through the mist. "The fortifications are almost complete. We've set up additional barricades and traps around the perimeter."
Elara nodded approvingly. "Good. We need to be ready for anything. The Shadow Shard's forces are unpredictable, and we can't afford to be caught off guard."
