Bab 142: Chapter 142: Foreboding Winds

 The sanctuary was a hive of activity, the guardians working with a renewed sense of urgency as they prepared for the battle that was fast approaching. The once serene halls now echoed with the sounds of steel being sharpened, spells being practiced, and strategies being discussed. Every corner of the ancient fortress buzzed with the weight of what was to come.

Ethan stood in the armory, methodically inspecting his gear. His sword, freshly honed to a razor edge, glinted under the dim torchlight. He could feel the energy thrumming through the blade, a reminder of the countless battles it had seen, the lives it had saved—and taken.

Elara entered the room, her presence a quiet contrast to the intensity surrounding them. She approached Ethan, her eyes soft but serious. "We're almost ready," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Selene is gathering the others for the briefing."