The dawn broke over the northern outpost, casting a cold but welcome light across the frost-covered landscape. The battle had left its mark—broken walls, scattered debris, and the heavy scent of magic and blood lingered in the air. Despite the victory, the sense of impending danger remained palpable.
Elara stood on the outpost's battlements, looking out over the scarred landscape. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy and concern, the remnants of the night's battle still fresh in her mind. She knew that their victory, though significant, was only a temporary reprieve. The Abyss's forces had been repelled, but the true challenge lay ahead.
Kael joined her, his face lined with fatigue but resolute. "The outpost is secure for now. We've reinforced the wards and sent out scouts to monitor the area. But we need to focus on our next steps."