The Rescue Mission

Two days of oppressive silence had settled over the castle's halls, the air congealing with unease like a cold, gray mist that seeped into every stone and crevice. In the war chamber, the flickering torches cast eerie silhouettes on the walls as Leor and his companions sat gathered around the grand table, their faces etched with concern and illuminated only by the faint, golden light of the setting sun.

The chamber was bathed in a warm, orange glow, but it brought little comfort, for the shadows it cast seemed to grow longer and darker by the minute, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snuff out the last vestiges of hope.

As the sun's fiery edge sank beneath the horizon, the room seemed to hold its breath as the air shimmered and rippled, like the surface of a pond struck by a stone. In an instant, El materialized before them, his godly physique coalescing from the swirling vortex of energy that marked his teleportation.