The fortress stood in eerie silence as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Inside, tension crackled like electricity in the air. Elara, Morgana, and their allies had been preparing for this moment for days. Every strategy, every detail had been meticulously planned, but nothing could fully prepare them for the reality of the impending battle.
Elara reviewed the final plans in the war room, the maps spread out before her. The notes and annotations were a testament to the countless hours they had spent strategizing. Morgana stood nearby, her eyes focused on the glowing Prism, which lay on a pedestal at the center of the room. The ancient artifact had been both a source of hope and a daunting responsibility.
"Everything is in place," Morgana said quietly, her voice a blend of determination and weariness. "The wards and traps are set. We've taken every precaution."
