The following morning, a renewed energy filled New Haven as everyone gathered in the square. The lingering fear from the previous night's attack had galvanized the community, driving home the need for stronger defenses. George stood at the center, his leadership presence drawing everyone's attention as he laid out their plan.
"We've held our own, but Lady Elara is relentless," he began, his gaze scanning the crowd. "We can't wait for her to strike again. We need to reinforce every corner of New Haven and be ready for anything she throws our way."
Lucy, standing beside him, offered a fierce nod. "Let's make sure she knows we won't back down. New Haven is our home, and we're here to stay."
George's words were met with murmurs of agreement and determination from the crowd. He looked around at the familiar faces, people who had fought with him, stood by him, and trusted him to protect them. He couldn't afford to let them down.
