King Soris's blade gleamed under the eerie glow of the moonlight forest's jagged cliffs, clashing against Mirelle D'Agraval's razor-sharp claws. Her crimson eyes burned with fury, her wings slicing through the air as she pressed her attack. Around them, the battlefield was a storm of chaos—knights of the Order of Sturgon locked in desperate combat with the unleashed succubi, their enchanted weapons barely holding the line against the creatures' hypnotic speed and lethal grace.
"Fall back to the ridge!" Soris shouted, his voice hoarse over the cacophony of screams and steel. His knights scrambled to obey, forming a defensive arc as the succubi darted between them, their laughter sharp and mocking. One knight, too slow, fell to a succubus's claws, his armor rent like cloth. Soris gritted his teeth, his focus torn between the chaos and Mirelle's relentless assault.
