The fortress was abuzz with activity as dawn broke, casting a pale light over the stone walls. The night's battle had left its mark, but the Heartstone's power, now firmly under their control, had given everyone a renewed sense of purpose.
Elara walked through the bustling corridors, her steps purposeful. The damage from the previous night's skirmish was already being repaired, and the sounds of hammers and voices filled the air. She had a meeting with Morgana and Cedric to discuss their next steps and the Heartstone's integration into their defenses.
As she entered the war room, Morgana and Cedric were already deep in conversation. The Heartstone, resting on a pedestal in the center of the room, pulsed softly with a gentle glow. Its presence was both reassuring and intimidating—a reminder of the power they now wielded.
"Good morning," Elara greeted, her voice steady despite the fatigue she felt. "How are the repairs coming along?"