The ancient stone walls of the fortress stood like a grim sentinel against the swirling snowstorm, casting long shadows in the pale light of dawn. Draven could feel the weight of centuries pressing down on him as he moved through the cold, echoing halls, preparing for the battle ahead. The Southern Web had found them, and now the only thing standing between his forces and certain death was this ancient structure—a fortress built long ago to contain the very powers that now threatened to destroy Valoria.
Draven's hand brushed the hilt of the Lightforged Blade as he paced, his mind racing through strategies. The fortress had been built to suppress powerful magic, but they had little time to discover its secrets before the enemy arrived. The Southern Web's forces were closing in, and with their mastery of dark magic and those relentless masked warriors, Draven knew they would be ruthless in their pursuit of the stone.