The first light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the stone walls as Kael surveyed the battlefield from the high tower overlooking the city. The night had been long, the campfires of his forces barely visible through the thick fog that had settled across the land. The void was coming—and with it, the full weight of a war they could no longer delay.
The sky was painted in hues of deep red and gray, a reflection of the world's fragile state. Below him, the legions were lining up, each soldier readying their weapons and taking their positions. There was no turning back. The decision had been made. This was it—the final battle.
Kael turned away from the window, his mind racing as he made his way to the command center. Morgana was already there, her eyes scanning the maps that lay before her, tracking the movements of the void's forces as they advanced.