The dawn cast a soft glow over the village, illuminating the faces of the weary but determined villagers who had spent the night preparing for the storm that was bound to come. Marcus felt the weight of responsibility heavier than ever, but he knew he couldn't falter now.
He stood at the edge of the village with Borin and Ellie by his side, watching as groups of villagers fortified walls, set traps, and sharpened their weapons. Despite the early hour, there was a quiet hum of readiness, an unspoken resolve among them. Each villager knew what was at stake—and they were ready to defend their home to the last.
"We've done what we can," Borin said, his gruff voice tinged with exhaustion. "Every trap is set, every weapon sharpened. Now, it's just a matter of waiting."
Ellie glanced over, her face pale but focused. "Do you think they'll attack today?"
