The horizon darkened as the enemy forces drew closer, their numbers swelling and their advance unyielding. The fortress stood as a bulwark against the impending storm, its defenses bristling with anticipation and readiness.
Elara stood atop the ramparts, her gaze locked on the advancing army. The air was heavy with tension, each soldier and scholar preparing for the moment when their defenses would be tested. She could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her, but she forced herself to remain calm and focused.
Cedric joined her, his armor gleaming under the waning light. "The troops are in position, and the defensive lines are secured. We're ready for their assault."
Elara nodded, her eyes never leaving the approaching enemy. "Good. We need to hold our ground and push them back. The Veil of Shadows will be our first line of defense, but we must be prepared for them to try and breach it."
