The sharp clang of the alarm bell echoed through the camp, reverberating off the castle walls and amplifying the urgency.
"Positions, men! The Vond forces are advancing, ready yourselves!" John's voice boomed, cutting through the mounting tension.
Around him, the soldiers and mages exchanged brief glances, the air thick with both resolve and a touch of apprehension.
Aiden grinned, spinning his sword, Ignis Magna, in his hands, its edge glinting in the dim light. "Let's show them what they're up against!" he shouted, his confidence infectious.
"Get that thing ready!" John commanded, pointing toward the fortified wall where the enchantments had been laid.
Those gifted with mana: Morigan, Rey, Rosa, Aiden, Elora, and several others, moved swiftly to their designated locations along the wall where Cedric's enchantments had been etched. The soldiers looked on with a mixture of awe and apprehension as the mages and warriors prepared to pour their mana into the barrier stones.
