Leor stood in the castle's war room, his piercing blue eyes filled with intense concentration as he scrutinized the intricate map unfurled across the table. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the edge of the map as he studied the layout of the castle's stronghold. Shadows from the flickering torches danced across the walls, casting an air of unease over the room.
Corvus leaned against a pillar nearby, cleaning his war hammer, its silver gleam now tarnished with streaks of dried black blood from the recent battle. Shania sat opposite Leor, her usual serenity ruffled by a deepening concern. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she deliberated on Xal'dar's potential next strikes, her eyes narrowing as she navigated the labyrinthine possibilities.