The Unbreakable Will Of Jack

The battlefield had shifted. The alliance had struck the first decisive blow, but Jack knew better than to celebrate too soon. The Dark Forces, though wounded, were not defeated.

Standing atop the fortress walls, Jack observed the flickering torchlights in the distance—the enemy's scattered remnants retreating into the night. The canyon trap had worked, but war was not won with a single victory.

Behind him, the fortress bustled with activity. Messengers ran through the corridors, wounded soldiers were being tended to, and the blacksmiths worked tirelessly to prepare for the next battle.

Katrina stood beside him, her arms crossed. "We need to strike before they recover."

Jack nodded. "We will. But not yet. We need to solidify our position first."

The Elven Queen, now officially committed to their cause, approached with a composed expression. "The dragons have accepted your leadership, Jack. But they are not yet fully committed to the war."