Ad victoriam

Ellara heard the summoning howl, her heart quickening with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The call of the Lord of Cinder was not one to be ignored, and she knew this raid would be a defining moment for the Hallows. She quickly rose from her resting spot on her balcony, her mind already turning to the preparations she would need to make.

The armor she had painstakingly crafted and maintained was stored neatly along her walls, a testament to her dedication to the art of violence. She moved quickly, securing bracers on her legs and the reinforced bone collar around her neck, both of these pieces having seen her through many battles. They fit snugly, a comforting weight that reminded her of the protection they offered. Ellara's movements were precise, almost ritualistic, as she checked every strap, ensuring there would be no weaknesses.

Her owls, sensing the shift in the air, fluttered inside from their aviary on the balcony, landing on each of her shoulders. Their silent presence was welcome as she made her way to the council chamber. Her eyes fell on the Carved Table, the steel effigies, and the figures already assembled. She nodded respectfully to the Lord of Cinder, acknowledging her leader, before taking a position near Ember. Ellara stood tall, ready to listen, ready to fight, and ready to prove herself worthy of her new home.