Chapter 150: Chapter 150: The Eye of the Hurricane

The first light of dawn bathed the fortress in a pale, golden hue, casting long shadows across the courtyard. Soldiers moved with quiet purpose, their armor clinking softly as they prepared for the journey ahead. The air was thick with anticipation and the unspoken fear of what was to come.

Elara stood on the battlements, gazing out over the horizon. The world seemed calm, almost serene, but she knew better. This was the calm before the storm—the brief respite before chaos descended once more. The wind tugged at her cloak, its cool touch a reminder of the countless lives depending on the decisions she and her friends would make in the coming days.

Ethan approached quietly, his footsteps barely audible on the stone. "You're up early," he said, his voice low.

Elara nodded without turning. "Couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind."