The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the fortress. Inside, the air buzzed with anticipation as soldiers, scholars, and mages made their final preparations. The journey to the ancient ruins would be long and treacherous, and everyone understood the significance of the task ahead.
Elara stood in the courtyard, fully armored and ready, her mind focused on the path before them. The weight of leadership sat heavy on her shoulders, but she bore it with the grace and strength her people had come to rely on. Morgana and Lyra joined her, each with their own sense of purpose.
"Is everything ready?" Elara asked, her gaze sweeping over the gathered group.