The morning sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm light over the camp. The atmosphere, however, was far from peaceful. Elara stood at the center of the encampment, surrounded by her companions and the leaders of the various factions that had gathered under their banner. Tension filled the air, a reflection of the uncertainty and fear that had taken root in the hearts of everyone present.
Kirin was at her side, his expression as serious as ever. He held a map of the region, spread out on a table before them, with markers indicating the locations of Nyx's known strongholds and areas of influence. The map was dotted with red, a visual reminder of how much ground the Weaver of Nightmares had claimed in such a short time.
"We don't have much time," Kirin said, his voice cutting through the murmur of discussions. "Nyx's forces are spreading rapidly, and every day we delay, his influence grows stronger. We must act now."