The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its pale light over the fortress. The fortress, now a bastion of readiness and determination, was a hive of activity as its defenders prepared for the impending storm. The sense of urgency was palpable; the calm before the storm had become a heavy, anticipatory silence.
In the war room, Elara and her key allies were deep in strategy discussions. Maps and scrolls were spread across the table, marked with intricate notations and potential enemy movements. Cedric and Lyra joined Morgana and Elara, each bringing their insights and updates from their respective areas.
"We've reinforced the outer defenses," Cedric reported, his tone firm. "Extra patrols are in place, and we've fortified the perimeter with additional magical wards. We're as prepared as we can be."
Elara nodded, her mind focused. "Good. What about our offensive capabilities? We need to be ready to strike if the Shadow Shard makes a move."