The battle cry ripped through the night air as Elarya led her band of warriors charging out from the protective barrier of Aetherthorn. Every step pounded with brave purpose.
Their goal was simple but deadly, and that was to draw the attention of the two rampaging beasts long enough for the rest of their kin to escape westward toward the distant Thunga Desert.
Elarya's emerald hair streamed behind her like a banner. Her voice was sharp, resolute. "Make them see us! Keep them away from the children!"
The elves roared in unison, their voices echoing through the forest. Giant fireballs hissed past their heads, lighting the air with streaks of yellow. The sound should have been enough to turn any predator's head.
But the monsters ignored them.
