The next morning arrived with an eerie stillness. The air was thick with tension, and the sun, which had barely risen over the horizon, was hidden behind a dense layer of clouds. The calm of the previous night was gone, replaced by the unshakable feeling that something was about to happen.
Elara and her team gathered early in the command center, already prepared for the day ahead. Despite the quiet, every Guardian could feel the weight of the unknown bearing down on them. They had faced dark magic and treacherous enemies before, but there was something unsettling about the air this morning.
Henry was the first to break the silence. "We're ready to move on the first target," he said, pointing to the map. "This site is one of the most significant in terms of magical energy. If we can neutralize it, we'll cut off a large portion of the Weavers' power."
