In the vast encampment where 5,000 soldiers gathered, a palpable tension permeated the air. Suddenly, glowing barriers emerged, gracefully dividing the expansive assembly into two distinct groups, slicing through both warriors and civilians alike. As if orchestrated by an invisible force, these barriers were replicated by the Lightweavers' new sanctuary moving centrally, further segmenting the masses until they formed four distinct enclosures, each progressively more confined than the previous.
Whispers rippled through the crowd, bearing ominous prophecies: come dawn, half would find themselves in the slavery chains, while the remainder would face an even darker destiny, death. Many soldiers, grounded by discipline and their years of training, dismissed these murmurs, standing resolute. However, as the curtain of night draped around them and weariness called them to slumber, an unforeseen attack unfolded.