The Citadel hummed with quiet urgency as Damien and his team stood before the Council.

The destruction of the obelisk at Frostveil Plateau had dealt a significant blow to the enemy, but its consequences were beginning to unfold. Reports of increased Rift activity were pouring in from all corners of Valdris, each more troubling than the last.

Morganna Nightraven was the first to speak, her sharp gaze fixed on the map spread across the war table. “The enemy is adapting faster than we anticipated. We’ve identified at least three more obelisk sites, but each is located in areas heavily fortified by Rift forces.”

Alaric Ashenblade’s expression was grim. “Our forces are stretched thin. Every battle we win comes at a cost, and the enemy is exploiting our weaknesses.”

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Lyanna Silverthorn’s voice was calm but firm. “We must prioritize. If we spread ourselves too thin, we risk losing everything.”

Damien stepped forward, his hand resting on Ebonfang’s hilt. “Then we focus on the obelisks. They’re the key to the Rifts’ power. If we take them out, we cripple their ability to launch coordinated attacks.”

Garrick Drakenshield grunted in agreement. “It’s a bold strategy, but it’s our best shot.”

Morganna nodded. “Very well. Damien, your team will target the obelisk in Emberfang Canyon. It’s the most accessible, but also the most heavily guarded. The other teams will handle the remaining sites.”

Alaric’s gaze softened as he looked at his son. “You’ve proven yourself time and again, Damien. But this mission will test you in ways you can’t imagine. Be careful.”

Damien met his father’s eyes. “We’ll see it through.”