The team’s journey to Shadowspire Keep began at dawn. The air was crisp, and the weight of the mission ahead seemed to settle heavily on their shoulders. The path was treacherous, winding through narrow mountain trails and dense forests. Every step brought them closer to the enemy’s stronghold—and closer to the unknown.
Roland led the way, his shield strapped firmly to his back. Behind him, Lyra moved with her usual grace, her twin blades ready for anything. Cassian brought up the rear, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement.
Damien walked at the center, Ebonfang at his side. The blade’s runes pulsed faintly, as if sensing the danger that lay ahead. His mind was focused, replaying the details of his vision over and over.
“The terrain is in their favor,” Cassian said, his voice breaking the silence. “If they’re smart, they’ll ambush us before we even reach the keep.”
Lyra smirked. “Let them try. We’ve dealt with worse.”
Roland glanced back. “We’re not just dealing with brute strength this time. Shadowspire’s defenses are legendary. We’ll need more than muscle to get through.”
Damien nodded. “That’s why we’ll rely on strategy. The enemy may have the advantage of terrain, but they don’t know we’re coming.”
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THE STORM’S WARNING
By midday, the weather began to shift. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and the wind picked up, carrying with it the promise of a storm. The narrow mountain pass became even more dangerous, with loose rocks and sudden drops threatening every step.
As they climbed higher, the faint hum of Rift energy became more pronounced. It was a low, steady vibration that seemed to resonate through the very air around them.
“We’re close,” Damien said, his voice low.
The team paused at a ridge overlooking the valley below. In the distance, they could see Shadowspire Keep—a massive fortress carved into the mountainside. Its dark spires pierced the stormy sky, and a faint glow emanated from the obelisk at its center.
Cassian raised his spyglass. “Looks like they’ve reinforced their defenses. Patrols everywhere, and the main gate is heavily guarded.”
Lyra unsheathed one of her blades, twirling it thoughtfully. “What’s the plan?”
Damien studied the fortress. “We’ll divide into two groups. Cassian and I will infiltrate the keep through the cliffs. Roland and Lyra, you’ll lead a frontal assault to draw their attention.”
Roland grinned. “A little chaos? I can do that.”
Lyra nodded. “We’ll keep them busy. Just make sure you finish the job.”