The first light of dawn spread over the horizon as Elara and her team prepared to move out. The fortress was a whirlwind of activity, soldiers assembling in ranks, mages casting final spells, and the air charged with a palpable sense of urgency. The sky, painted in hues of gold and crimson, seemed to foretell the clash that was about to unfold.
Elara stood with her trusted companions—Elias, Morgana, Thalia, and the council members—by the main gate. Each was readying themselves for the battle ahead, their faces set with determination. The news from the scouts had accelerated their plans, and now every second counted.
Elias approached Elara, his armor gleaming in the morning light. "We're ready," he said, his voice steady. "The troops are assembled, and we're prepared to move on your command."
Elara nodded, her gaze sweeping over the assembled forces. "Good. We're facing an unknown enemy with unknown capabilities. Stick to the plan, and be prepared for anything."