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On the moonlit night, a serene yet tense atmosphere enveloped the ancient castle's chamber. Leia, Sylas, Aiven, and Minah once again sat around the heavy oak table, covered with various maps and scrolls, each marked with upcoming battle plans.
Leia's eyes shimmered with determination as her fingers lightly traced the map on the table, touching each marked location. "Everyone, our time is running out. Darien's power is growing stronger by the day. We must deliver a fatal blow to him before the next new moon."
Sylas's gaze was as deep as a precious gem, and he coldly surveyed the battle plan, his voice carrying unquestionable authority: "This plan must be precise and flawless. Any oversight could lead to our failure. I do not want to see any mistakes."
Evan nodded gently, his eyes revealing caution and composure: "I have been in contact with the scouts outside the city multiple times, ensuring that we have gathered all the surrounding intelligence of the battle location. We can use the advantage of the terrain to set traps and ambush points."
Minah then focused her attention on an ancient scroll, her voice soft yet firm: "I have prepared some special magic arrays based on the guidance from ancient texts. These arrays can play a crucial role in battle. If we can find the right placement, we have a chance to weaken Darien's magic."
Just then, urgent footsteps interrupted their discussion. A messenger burst into the chamber, gasping for breath, clutching a sealed letter. Leia quickly took the letter, broke the seal, and read it. Her brow furrowed, clearly indicating that the message was not optimistic.
"Darien has already noticed our actions and is preparing intensively, seemingly intending to take the initiative before we act," Leia said urgently.
Sylas's eyes flashed with coldness: "That cunning snake scorpion always likes to play conspiracies behind our backs. It seems we must act quickly and not give him any opportunity."
Evan immediately stood up with a serious expression: "I will contact our allies immediately to ensure they can arrive at the designated location in the shortest time."
Minah also said softly, "I will double-check all the magic arrays to ensure they can function at their best in battle."
Leia stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the sleeping land outside. Her voice was firm and powerful: "Everyone, this battle concerns the fate of us all. We cannot afford to be the slightest bit lax. We must let Darien know that the fire of justice cannot be trampled upon."
Sylas walked to Leia's side, his voice deep and strong: "Leia, we will fight alongside you until the very end."
At this moment, the four individuals' gazes met, and no further words were needed between them. Their resolute determination was enough. They each returned to their prepared positions, beginning the final battle preparations.
As the night deepened, for Leia and her companions, it was only the calm before the battle. At dawn, it would be their moment to prove themselves—whether it be light or dark, the ultimate decision would be made in this battle.
As the moonlight gradually dimmed, inside the ancient castle's secret chamber, four warriors began their respective preparations. Leia, with her long golden wavy hair and starry blue eyes, clad in tight leather armor and high boots, exuded both elegance and strength. Standing in front of the weapon rack, she lightly touched the heirloom magic sword, the family crest embedded on the hilt shimmering softly in the faint candlelight.
Leia gently drew the longsword, its blade tracing a beautiful arc in the air, her eyes filled with focus and determination for the impending battle. Speaking to the empty chamber, she said, " Darien, your schemes will end beneath this blade." Her tone was resolute, her straightforwardness laid bare in this moment.
Sylas, descendant of the Gem Dragon Clan, has a tall and handsome human form, with deep blue and green scales that transform into profound blue-green eyes, exuding unquestionable dignity. In another corner, he scrutinizes a magical scroll provided by the elder of the dragon clan, his brow slightly furrowed as he contemplates how to maximize the use of the magic within the scroll.
Aiven, a burly and loyal guard, is inspecting his two-handed sword and shield. Every time his palm glides over the blade, it is filled with respect and caution. His movements are slow and powerful, each equipment check revealing his serious attitude towards battle.
Minah, with long flowing hair and clear eyes, is setting up a magic circle in a corner of the secret room. She holds a wand embedded with a glowing crystal and softly chants ancient spells. As she chants, beams of light radiate from the magic circle. Her face shows a focused and determined expression, demonstrating her mastery of the magical arts and readiness for the upcoming battle.
The four of them are each busy with their tasks, but their hearts are connected. Only through close cooperation and mutual trust can they achieve victory in this battle.
At that moment, Leia set down her sword and walked towards Sylas with determined steps, her eyes revealing a question. " Sylas, how are the preparations on your end? We don't have much time left."
Sylas looked up, his gaze meeting Leia's, his voice calm and resolute. "Everything is under control, and our allies are ready as well. As long as the plan is executed properly, Darien's scheme will fall apart on its own."
Leia nodded, then turned to look at Aiven and Minah. Her voice was loud and inspiring: "Aiven, Minah, we all know how difficult the upcoming battle will be, but I believe that as long as we work together, nothing can stop us."
Aiven and Minah smiled at each other, their eyes filled with trust. Aiven's voice was resolute: "Leia, no matter what difficulties we encounter, I will protect you."
Minah said softly, "Our belief is our greatest strength, and Darien's darkness will ultimately be defeated by our light."
In the pitch-black night, the only candlelight flickered weakly, illuminating the corners of the secret chamber inside the ancient castle. Leia, Sylas, Aiven, and Minah sat around an old oak table, covered with maps and strategic drawings. Before them lay a battle plan that would determine the fate of the nation.
Leia's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her golden hair shimmering in the candlelight with a subtle glow, and her blue eyes reflecting the lines on the map. She lifted her head and said firmly, "This time, we must be precise and accurate. Aiven, you need to swiftly and covertly cut off their supply lines."
Aiven nodded, his resolute gaze and short, brown hair appearing even more serious in the candlelight. "Don't worry, I and my team are ready, like shadows, we will not let the enemy notice us."
Minah gently played with the small medicinal herb on the table, her green eyes shimmering with concern. She softly said, "I will stay in the rear to provide medical support for everyone. Please, be careful."
Sylas on the other hand, had a disdainful look on his face, but his eyes also gleamed with a desire for victory. His voice was cold and powerful, "Don't forget, our enemies are not to be underestimated. I will provide support from the air, but don't expect me to show mercy."
Leia smiled slightly and threw a provocative glance at Sylas: "Don't worry, Sylas, we won't let the dignity of your dragon clan be disgraced."
Sylas sneered disdainfully but remained silent. He knew deeply that this battle was not only about personal glory, but also about the future of the entire world.
Just then, a gust of wind blew out the last candle, enveloping the chamber in darkness. Leia rose slowly, her voice clear in the blackness: "Now is the time to act. Remember, we fight for justice, for the land we deeply love. No matter what obstacles lie ahead, we will press on with courage."
The four echoed in unison, no longer speaking, only holding onto their unwavering faith and indomitable courage. They embraced each other briefly, then, like ghosts in the night, silently vanished into the darkness, leaving behind the map in the chamber. The red lines and markings on it were faintly visible in the dim moonlight, like the path of destiny they were about to embark on.
The prelude to the battle is about to begin, and they are already prepared to face the challenge of destiny.
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