The fortress was alive with the echoes of the recent battle, yet the sense of victory was tinged with an undeniable urgency. The Shadow Shard's forces had retreated, but everyone knew they were only biding their time, regrouping for another strike. The defenders couldn't afford to lower their guard, not even for a moment.
Elara, though exhausted, had barely allowed herself a moment's rest. The war room had become her second home, where she and her closest advisors strategized tirelessly. The Celestial Prism, now safely secured within the heart of the fortress, was their greatest hope—and potentially their greatest danger.
The early morning light streamed through the high windows as Elara and Morgana pored over ancient texts, seeking answers in the cryptic writings. The room was silent except for the sound of pages turning and the occasional murmur of frustration.
