A Divided Assault
The war council chamber buzzed with a newfound energy. Gone was the despair that had lingered for so long. The Guardians, empowered by the knowledge of the ancients, had managed to do a lot. Maps of Xal'dar's fortress lay sprawled across the table, its imposing silhouette etched onto weathered parchment. Here, amidst the flickering candlelight, the Guardians devised their most audacious plan yet.
"A direct assault," Leor declared, his voice heavy with determination. "Xal'dar grows stronger with each passing moment. We cannot afford a protracted siege. My father's army and mine are on the battlefield".
Shania, her celestial light bathing the maps in an ethereal glow, nodded. "We must strike at the heart of his power. But his fortress is formidable, and his army vast."
Azarath, his form shimmering with an ethereal light, traced a finger across the map. "We need a diversion. A force strong enough to shatter his initial defenses and buy us time."