The first light of dawn cast a gentle glow over the fortress, revealing the extent of the previous night's battle. The once stark silhouette of the stronghold now looked battered but resolute. The defenders, though weary, moved with a newfound purpose, their spirits buoyed by the hard-won victory.
Elara stood atop the battlements, her gaze sweeping over the battlefield. The once ominous shadow of the Abyss's forces had receded, leaving behind a scarred but standing fortress. The quiet that followed the retreat was almost eerie, a stark contrast to the chaos that had reigned just hours before.
Kael approached, his face marked with exhaustion but also relief. "We've managed to drive them off, but the damage is significant. We'll need to repair the outer defenses and tend to the wounded."