Conflict On The Horizon

Weeks had passed since the group sealed the sceptre in the hidden chamber beneath the castle. The days were tense, filled with preparations and watchful vigilance. The knowledge that Xal'dar would stop at nothing to retrieve the artifact weighed heavily on their minds, and the reports coming in from across the land only heightened their unease.

Shania sat in the war room, a map of the region sprawled out before her, marked with the locations of the attacks Xal'dar's followers had recently wrought. "That's the third town this week," she said, frustration etched on her face. "They're still looking for it. It's only a matter of time before they figure out we have it."

Leor leaned against the stone wall, his arms crossed. "Let them come, if they dare. They'll be in for a surprise," he said, with a smile etched on his face.