As dawn broke over the fortress, the first light of the new day illuminated the preparations that had carried on through the night. Soldiers patrolled the walls, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the Shadow Shard's forces. Engineers fine-tuned the defenses, ensuring that every trap and barrier was in place. The air was thick with anticipation, a collective breath held as they waited for the storm to break.
Elara stood on the ramparts, her gaze fixed on the distant mountains. The reconnaissance team, led by Lyra, had been gone for hours, and she knew they were venturing into dangerous territory. Despite her concern, she felt a deep sense of pride in the team she had assembled. They were the best of the best, and if anyone could navigate the treacherous landscape and return with valuable information, it was them.
Morgana joined her on the ramparts, her face lined with fatigue but her eyes sharp with determination. "Any word from Lyra and the others?"