The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Silver Glade as Kael, Morgana, and Theros rallied the centaur warriors. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and purpose, each centaur prepared to answer the call of guardianship. Kael could feel the excitement ripple through the ranks, igniting a fire within him.
"Gather around!" Theros called, his voice booming through the glade. The centaurs formed a semicircle, their eyes focused on the guardians. "Today, we unite our strengths against the encroaching darkness. Our land is threatened by the sorcerer Malakar, a foe who seeks to extinguish the light of Netharion. We will not stand idly by."
Kael stepped forward, heart pounding in his chest. "We know the challenges ahead will not be easy. But together, we can create a force strong enough to combat Malakar and his minions. We've cleansed the sacred grove, and that victory is just the beginning."