The following days were marked by a frenetic blend of strategic planning and preparation. The allied forces began to arrive in small, but significant, numbers, bolstering the camp's defenses and providing much-needed reinforcement. As the remnants of the dark army regrouped, the camp became a hive of activity, with every person contributing to the collective effort.
Elara spent her time alternating between practicing the Veil's rituals and strategizing with her allies. Each ritual left her drained, but the enhancements Morgana had helped her master made a notable difference. The Veil's power, though still daunting, was becoming more manageable under her command.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elara sat at a makeshift command table with Cedric, Morgana, Alaric, and Elias. Maps and scrolls were spread out before them, illuminated by the flickering light of oil lamps. The air was heavy with tension and anticipation.
