As dawn broke, the forest was cloaked in shadows and mist, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. The resistance teams moved silently into their positions, the weight of the mission heavy on their shoulders. This was the culmination of their efforts, the moment they had been preparing for. Today, they would strike at the heart of Malachor's power.
Elara led her team through the dense underbrush, their movements precise and silent. The target outpost loomed ahead, heavily fortified and brimming with Malachor's soldiers. She could see the wooden fence and the patrolling guards, their silhouettes stark against the dim light of dawn.
"We need to create a diversion to draw the guards away," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the outpost's defenses. "Kael, can you use your magic to create an illusion and draw their attention?"