The days leading up to Viktor’s attack were a flurry of activity and preparation. Elara and Damien worked tirelessly, coordinating with their allies and ensuring that every detail of their defense plan was meticulously executed. The village, now fortified and brimming with determination, stood as a testament to their collective resolve.

On the eve of the anticipated attack, Elara found herself unable to sleep. She walked through the village, the moon casting a silver glow over the newly rebuilt structures. She paused by the training grounds, where a few warriors were still practicing their maneuvers.

“Can’t sleep either?” a familiar voice called out.

Elara turned to see Seraphina approaching, a...