The dawn came quietly, the first light of day casting a soft glow over the stronghold. Elara woke early, her mind already racing with thoughts of the mission ahead. Today, they would begin the search for the Shadow Shard's stronghold—an endeavor fraught with danger and uncertainty, but one they had no choice but to undertake.
After dressing quickly and gathering her gear, Elara made her way to the war room, where her companions were already assembled. Morgana was pouring over the maps, her expression as focused as ever. Cedric was sharpening his sword, the rhythmic sound of the whetstone against steel filling the room. Lyra was checking her arrows, making sure each one was perfectly balanced and ready for use.
Elara took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Any news from the scouts?"