The plateau was silent in the predawn hours, a silence that weighed heavily on every soul gathered there. Aiden stood at the edge, staring down at the enemy camp far below. Torches flickered in the darkness, their light casting long, ominous shadows. The enemy was regrouping, and it wouldn't be long before they struck again.
Elara joined him, her boots crunching softly against the rocky ground. "They've set up siege equipment," she said, her voice low. "We don't have much time."
Aiden nodded, his jaw tightening. "How many?"
"Enough to breach our defenses if we don't stop them."
He took a deep breath, the cold air biting at his lungs. "Then we make the first move. We hit them before they can use it."
Elara frowned. "You're talking about a raid. With what forces? We're barely standing as it is."