One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp, Jason and I gathered our top advisors for an urgent meeting. The flickering candlelight danced across the walls, illuminating the concerned faces of our trusted warriors.

"We must devise a strategy," Jason began, his voice steady and authoritative. "Isolde's warning may have been a threat, but we cannot ignore the possibility that the Black Faes could strike at any moment. We need to be prepared for ...