The air in the sanctuary crackled with anticipation as word spread: the druids were coming. Liora stood near the center of the clearing, watching as the sanctuary’s people gathered in small groups, their faces a mix of exhaustion and quiet hope. After the brutal night of battle, the promise of new allies brought a much-needed sense of relief, though the weight of the coming fight still pressed heavily on everyone.
The druids of the northern glades were more than just a powerful faction—they were keepers of ancient magic, their knowledge tied deeply to the very land itself. Their arrival wasn’t just a show of support; it was a beacon of hope, a signal that they weren’t fighting this battle alone.
Elarin moved gracefully through the crowd, her presence commanding as always, but there was a
