The storm outside had intensified, its howling winds and relentless rain creating an almost impenetrable barrier of sound. The Guardians, now fully prepared and fortified within the heart of Arkenhelm, stood at the ready, their senses sharpened and their resolve steeled for the impending battle.
Elara, Lyra, Morgana, Doran, and Henry gathered in the central chamber, which had been transformed into a command center. The Nexus Engine's light bathed the room in a steady, ethereal glow, its power now fully harnessed and resonating through the ley line network.
"The Weavers are assembling at the city's perimeter," Doran said, studying the latest reports from scouts. "They're moving in formation, and there's a concentration of dark magic building up. It's clear they're preparing for a major assault."