The fortress was a hive of activity in the early hours of the morning, each corner alive with the hum of preparation. Elara moved with purpose through the bustling corridors, her mind focused on the task ahead. The previous night's discussions with the scholars had only heightened her sense of urgency. They had a fragile hope of understanding the ancient magic, but every moment spent in research was a moment the Shadow Shard could use to its advantage.
In the war room, Morgana and Cedric were deep in conversation with the scholars, poring over ancient texts and maps. The air was thick with the musty smell of old parchment and the low murmur of scholarly debate. Elara's entrance went unnoticed as she approached the table, her eyes scanning the various documents and artifacts laid out before them.