The fortress emerged from the morning mist like a sentinel of the past, its ancient stones imbued with a sense of quiet authority. Elara stirred awake, her thoughts already turning to the tasks of the day. The previous night had been filled with discussions about their next move, and now the time had come to act on their plans.
She moved through the central hall, where the evidence of their recent labors was evident. The library, now a hub of activity, was alive with the soft rustling of pages and murmured conversations. Morgana and Arian had spent hours poring over ancient texts, their findings crucial to their next steps.
Entering the library, Elara found Morgana and Arian deeply engrossed in their work. The library, filled with dusty tomes and scattered scrolls, had become a symbol of their quest for knowledge. The flickering candlelight illuminated their determined faces as they worked.