The ship finally descended through heavy clouds, its hull groaning under the pressure of the storm above. Snow whipped past the windows in thick flurries as the landscape below came into view—a vast stretch of white wilderness broken only by jagged mountain peaks and ancient stone walls.
Nestled within a deep valley, surrounded by towering cliffs, lay the Central Stronghold—the alliance's main bastion in this region. The citadel itself was massive, carved directly into the frozen heart of the mountains. Spires of dark stone jutted from the mountain like broken spears, and magical sigils shimmered along the walls, casting a faint blue glow that pulsed in rhythm with the fortress's shield formation.
This place was no ordinary military outpost. It was a fortress forged through centuries of war and reinforced with the blood and will of the strongest warriors.
