The preparations at the fortress continued with a renewed sense of urgency. The threat of Nyxara loomed large, and the resistance knew that they had to be ready for the battles ahead. Scouts had been dispatched to gather intelligence, and messengers sent to rally allies. The air was thick with anticipation and determination as everyone worked tirelessly to strengthen their defenses and ready their forces.
Elara stood in the courtyard, overseeing a training session. The recruits were focused, their movements precise and disciplined. The training grounds echoed with the clash of weapons and the shouts of commands, a testament to the relentless efforts of the resistance.
"Good work, everyone," Elara called out, her voice carrying a note of encouragement. "Keep pushing yourselves. We need to be at our best for what's coming."
Aiden approached her, wiping sweat from his brow. "The recruits are improving quickly. They know what's at stake."