The dawn was still shy when the first wave of the cult's assault began. The stronghold's defenders, now fully mobilized, lined the walls and prepared for the coming storm. The once serene landscape was now a battleground, with the sky tinged orange by the flickering glow of distant torches.
Elara, standing on the ramparts, surveyed the approaching forces. The enemy was vast, their numbers stretching beyond the horizon. The dark, organized mass was clearly intent on breaching the stronghold and spreading chaos.
Beside her, Thorne checked the mechanisms of the siege weapons. Morgana and Selene were already deep in concentration, casting protective wards and preparing spells to bolster their defenses.
"Looks like they're bringing everything they've got," Thorne said grimly, his eyes scanning the approaching horde. "This won't be easy."
