Cynthia stood beside Hill, her silver-blue sword blade trembling slightly, but was full of determination.
"Every swing of the sword must let them know that we will never yield easily."
Arya focused on guiding Soul Power to repair the Defense Barrier, the runes on her forehead pulsating like stars in the night sky, gathering points of cold light and building an insurmountable barrier for the Guardians.
"As long as our thoughts remain unextinguished, this fortress will not collapse."
Annie lurked in the depths of the shadows, her eyes sharp like those of a hawk, constantly deploying mental disruption techniques to plunge the enemy forces into chaos and anxiety:
"The more arrogant they are towards this land, the more calmly we must respond, using wisdom to compensate for the lack of strength."
The entire battlefield seemed to be in a stalemate, but the sense of pressure grew heavier.
