The forest was still and shrouded in darkness as the resistance teams moved into position. Each step was taken with caution, every sound muffled to avoid detection. The weight of the mission hung heavily on their shoulders, but their resolve was unbreakable. Today, they would strike at the heart of Malachor's power and turn the tide of this war.
Elara led her team through the dense underbrush, her senses heightened and alert. They moved silently, communicating with subtle hand signals. The outpost they were targeting was heavily fortified, a key location in Malachor's defenses.
The outpost was surrounded by a makeshift wooden fence and patrolled by Malachor's soldiers. Elara signaled for the team to halt, her mind racing with strategy.
"We'll need to create a diversion to draw the guards away," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the defenses. "Kael, can you use your magic to create an illusion and draw their attention?"