The morning sun was a welcome sight as it broke over the horizon, casting warm, golden rays across the village that had become their temporary home. But the beauty of the dawn was overshadowed by the growing tension that hung in the air. Elara stood at the edge of the village, her gaze fixed on the distant treeline where the Blackfen Swamp began, lost in thought.
Behind her, the village bustled with activity. The defenders had worked through the night to fortify their positions, reinforcing barricades and strengthening the wards that protected the village. The villagers, though weary, had thrown themselves into the task with grim determination, their fear tempered by the knowledge that they had powerful allies in Elara and her team.
Cedric approached her, his expression serious. "The perimeter is secure. We've set up watch points and doubled the guards. If anything tries to breach our defenses, we'll know about it."
