The very air in the besieged city of Siterion was thick with the stench of smoke, blood, and despair.
The Paladins were like a relentless wave, who were still pouring through the shattered breach in the wall and spreading like a holy plague.
Their holy light seemed like a cruel mockery of the dying hope within the city.
Like a lone, furious bulwark, Ragna was still fighting with the strength of ten men. But even her barbarian might was beginning to falter against the overwhelming tide.
The militia and guards were now completely battered and were at the brink of exhaustion. They were being pushed back, and their desperate cries were echoing through the narrow streets.
Then, unbeknownst to all, a new presence entered the fray.
And He entered, not with a roar, but with a chilling, almost unnatural silence.
Arin Drez had descended from the watchtower, no longer as a commander meticulously observing the battle, but now as a predator joining the hunt.
