The dawn brought with it a crispness that cut through the remaining tension from the previous day's battle. As the sun's rays illuminated the fortress, Elara stood on the ramparts, watching the scene below with a sense of foreboding. The fortress, though damaged, was alive with activity. Soldiers repaired the walls, mages reinforced the wards, and scouts prepared for their next mission.
Elara's thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy and concern. The Shadow Shard was regrouping, and their next move was uncertain. But one thing was clear: they had to be prepared for anything.
She descended from the ramparts, meeting with her command staff in the war room. Cedric, Morgana, and Lyra were already there, their faces etched with determination. Morgana, still appearing weary from the day before, had set up a table filled with scrolls and magical artifacts.