The fortress was bathed in the cold light of dawn, its stone walls now a somber reminder of the battles fought and won. The echoes of the previous night's triumph still lingered in the air, mingling with the anticipation of the next phase of their struggle. Elara stood on the ramparts, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sky was painted with hues of gray and purple. The tranquility of the morning belied the urgency of their situation.
Kael approached, carrying a bundle of scrolls and maps. His face was lined with fatigue, but his eyes were sharp, reflecting the determination that had seen them through countless trials. "We've completed our assessments of the perimeter and the surrounding area," he said, spreading out the maps on a nearby table. "There are still pockets of enemy resistance that need to be addressed. We also need to finalize our strategy for dealing with the Abyss."
