The morning sun barely peeked through the thick clouds that still hovered after the storm. Its pale light cast an eerie glow over the fortress as the Guardians stood atop the ridge overlooking the sprawling Weavers' domain. Elara's eyes were fixed on the fortress below, her mind already racing through the plans they had made.
"We've come this far," Lyra said quietly, stepping up beside her. "No turning back now."
Elara nodded, her gaze still locked on the fortress. "No turning back," she repeated, her voice resolute.
Behind them, the rest of the team gathered their gear, making final preparations. Henry checked his crossbow one last time, adjusting the sights, while Doran fastened the straps on his armor. Morgana, her hands glowing faintly with residual magic from her work through the night, stood off to the side, lost in thought.
