Chapter 19: The Council's Gambit

The council chamber was tense. Members sat around the large stone table, their faces lined with worry. Aldric stood at the head, his gaze serious as he addressed the leaders.

"The Shadow King's forces have retreated, but they're regrouping," Aldric said. "Our scouts report he's preparing for a final assault. If we don't strike first, we risk being overwhelmed."

Lyra stepped forward, her voice steady. "What do you propose, Councilor?"

Aldric unrolled a map of Eldoria, pointing to a mountain pass near the eastern border. "This pass leads straight to the Shadow King's fortress. If we take the fight to him, we might end this war before he reaches Elanor."

Murmurs rippled through the council, and Aelric could feel their unease. Still, he knew the wisdom of Aldric's plan. They'd been on the defensive too long it was time to confront the Shadow King and end his rule.

"I'll lead the charge," Aelric said firmly. "The people need to see that their heir is ready to fight for them."

Seraphina nodded. "I'll bring Emberclaw. The dragons have awaited this battle for a long time."

Aldric inclined his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "If we combine our forces, we have a chance. But remember, the Shadow King's dark magic is unlike any we've seen. This won't be easy."

Aelric looked around at the council, his resolve unshaken. "We're fighting for all of Eldoria. We'll give everything we have, and we'll stand as one."

With the council's blessing, preparations began. Soldiers and mages readied themselves for the march, the people gathered their courage, and Aelric steeled himself for the battle to come.