"PETHANE MAGOI!" (Die mages!) the intruder yelled. Its sound vibrated in the air, echoing in the surroundings. It gestured its hand upward like a conductor of an orchestra.
The moment it brought its hand down, a large number of Knights came out from the forest, charging towards the mages in the field.
Kyrian stood straight after sensing the magic of his friends and the backup. He saw Adar and Caedmon with some royal guards with them running. They were finally here.
Vines and white arrows with clanging swords can be seen and heard in the place. Explosions, the sound of metal hitting each other, being thrown off, crumbling noises, the loud shattering of glasses all resounded in the palace.