The darkness of night had fully descended, enveloping the fortress in an ominous stillness. The distant sound of the Shadow Shard's forces moving into position was a constant reminder of the impending danger. Elara stood on the ramparts, her gaze fixed on the shifting shadows in the distance, a foreboding feeling settling in her chest.
The defenders were positioned, their breaths visible in the chilly night air. Torches flickered along the walls, casting erratic shadows that danced across the stone. The tension was palpable, each individual acutely aware of the enormity of the battle ahead.
Cedric joined Elara on the ramparts, his face illuminated by the torchlight. "We've finished reinforcing the weakest points. The soldiers are in place and ready for the next assault. The mages are prepared to cast the wards we've been working on."
