The fortress, now a bastion of resilience, lay under the shadow of the encroaching night. The once-foreboding silence of the battlefield had transformed into a calm, almost serene quiet, broken only by the occasional clink of armor and the murmurs of weary soldiers. The moon cast a pale light over the stone walls, illuminating the scars of the recent conflict. The defenders, though tired, worked tirelessly to reinforce their positions and tend to the wounded.
Elara sat in the central keep, surrounded by the scattered remnants of maps and reports. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, but her mind was alert, piecing together the puzzle of their next steps. Kael, Morgana, and Arian were with her, their faces etched with the same mix of exhaustion and determination.