The fortress lay shrouded in the dim light of dawn, its silhouette a darkened bastion against the first rays of the sun. The remnants of the recent battle still marred the landscape, but life within the stronghold moved with renewed purpose. The defenders worked tirelessly to repair the breaches and reinforce the walls, their determination palpable in every action.
Elara stood atop the central tower, her gaze sweeping over the fortress grounds. The past few days had been a whirlwind of activity—strategizing, fortifying, and gathering intelligence. The Abyssal forces had been quiet since their last assault, a silence that was both unnerving and foreboding. It was clear that the enemy was regrouping, preparing for their next move.
