Attack

A few minutes earlier

Inside the base of the Black Bandits, the atmosphere was a bustling mix of organized chaos. The encampment, nestled within the crumbling walls of an ancient fortress, was alive with activity. Bandits moved about with purpose, some patrolling the perimeter with their advanced weapons, while others worked on fortifying the defenses or maintaining equipment. The air was thick with the sounds of clanking metal, crackling energy from enchanted weapons, and the occasional bark of orders from the bandit leaders.

At the center of the encampment, near the largest remaining structure of the fortress, was a makeshift command post. Maps and plans were spread across tables, with bandits poring over them, strategizing their next moves. Nearby, a group of bandits was busy unpacking crates filled with supplies and weapons. These crates bore the marks of recent raids—scavenged goods from unfortunate travelers and caravans that had crossed the bandits' path.