In front of the tattered doors of the castle, clouds of light particles floated around the area, creating a shining fog-like appearance.
The gargoyles fought with their swords, sweeping violently back and forth. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. The young heirs and their beast fought with ease. The longer they fought, the more powerful their strikes became.
Their numbers were dwindling; over half of them were already gone. There was nothing they could do but fight.
The leader of the soldiers, brought with the gargoyle king, stood staring at the battle before him. With every second, more of his men vanished in clouds of light particles. On the ground, piles of flesh and bone lay strewn around the courtyard, killed by their beast.
