Fortifying the Sanctuary
The Shadowmoon Caves, once merely a refuge, were rapidly transforming into a fortress. The air, still carrying the faint, sweet scent of healing essence, was now layered with the earthy tang of disturbed rock, the metallic clang of tools, and the communal exhalation of determined effort. Every pureblood capable of movement, regardless of their lingering weakness, contributed. The cavern thrummed with purpose, a stark contrast to the despair that had choked it just days prior. This wasn't just physical labor; it was an act of collective defiance, a tangible manifestation of their renewed hope.
Kieran was everywhere, a blur of controlled energy. His voice, hoarse from days of exhaustion and commands, remained steady, directing the efforts. He worked alongside his p
