The forest seemed to hold its breath as the superior succubus glided toward the cart, her silken attire shimmering in the moonlight. Her presence was a weight, pressing against the knights' resolve, their swords trembling in their grips. Kain, still perched in the gnarled oak, felt the air grow heavier, the demonic energy coiling like a serpent. His amber eyes narrowed, tracking her every move. The metallic tube in his hand pulsed, its runes glowing brighter as he weighed his options.
Below, Captain Morrigan's voice cut through the chaos. "Hold the line! Don't let her near the cart!" His blade gleamed as he stepped forward, planting himself between the succubus and the cart. His men, shaken by the sudden collapse of their comrades, rallied behind him, their faces pale but determined.
