The return to the stronghold was fraught with tension. Every shadow along the way seemed to watch Elara and her team, as if the abyss itself was tracking their movements. Though their mission was a success, the sense of foreboding that had settled over them refused to dissipate.
As the gates of the stronghold came into view, the team's collective relief was palpable. The familiar sight of the fortress's sturdy walls and the banners fluttering in the wind brought a fleeting sense of safety. Still, Elara knew they had little time to waste. The intelligence they'd gathered was crucial, but it was only the first step in what promised to be a harrowing campaign.
Aiden was waiting for them in the war room when they arrived. His eyes scanned the team, noting their injuries and weary expressions. "Report," he said, his tone brisk but not unkind.
