The Fortress of Shadows
The night was heavy with tension. Everyone in the camp was prepared for battle, their eyes fixed on the dark sky where the soldiers of the old rulers approached. The flickering torchlight danced in the wind, casting long shadows that seemed alive. Aelir stood at the front, gripping his sword tightly, its weight reminding him of the burden ahead.
Beside him, Lira surveyed the scene, her face calm though her heart pounded. She had seen war before, but this was different. This wasn’t just a fight for land or power — it was a battle for the fate of the entire world. If they failed, all their efforts would be in vain.
Aelir looked to Lira and shouted, “They will come like a storm, but we will not let them break through!”
Lira raised her head. “We will stand. No matte
