The citadel's fate hung in the balance as Meredith unleashed a relentless storm of dark energy. The council, now attuned to the ebb and flow of the magical currents, prepared for the final confrontation.
Giselle, recovering her strength, spoke with a quiet determination. "Meredith's power is formidable, but we've disrupted her control. Now, we must face her directly and bring an end to this night."
Alexander, his eyes reflecting the weight of leadership, addressed the council. "Sapphire, reinforce our magical defenses. Giselle, gather what strength you can. Brandon, prepare the soldiers for a coordinated assault. We must face Meredith head-on and finish what we've started."
As the council moved with purpose, the citadel's soldiers readied themselves for the decisive battle. The morale-b
