The eastern flank of Astelvern Town transformed into a roaring, apocalyptic crucible of survival.
The blinding concentrated destruction of Astrid's aerial bombardment served as a massive beacon of hope in the pitch-black night.
The exhausted terrified human defenders witnessed the sky clear of the Corrupted Wyverns and Obsidian Gargoyles.
They saw the devastating craters carved into the earth by the Vice Guild Leader's Twilight Beams.
The routing vanguard lines abruptly halted their desperate retreat as a blood-soaked cheer ripped through the muddy plains, traveling rapidly down the shattered human formations.
Seasoned adventurers tightened their grips on chipped swords and dented shields, fueled by a sudden surge of adrenaline.
Mages drank their last emergency mana potions, forcefully ignoring the burning, agonizing cramps in their depleted cores.
The Twilight Witch had taken the field and they prepared to hold the line.
