The fortress's reconstruction continued under the watchful eyes of its defenders. As the final rays of the setting sun bathed the fortress in a warm glow, the scars of the previous battle were being slowly healed. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of hope and apprehension as the defenders worked tirelessly to fortify their stronghold and prepare for the uncertainty that lay ahead.
Elara, despite her exhaustion, remained a constant presence among her people. She visited the wounded, spoke with soldiers, and coordinated with Cedric, Morgana, and Lyra on their strategies and preparations. Yet, beneath her determined exterior, a growing unease gnawed at her.
She had taken to walking the fortress's battlements alone in the quiet moments, seeking solace in the panoramic view of the land they were fighting to protect. Tonight, as the moon cast its silvery light across the fortress, Elara's thoughts were clouded with concerns that she hadn't yet shared with her closest allies.
