Ten Rowboats

Archer continued watching the vision as attacks came from every direction, arrows slicing through the smoke, blades flashing between the trees, and fire cascading down like wrath from the heavens.

Soldiers fell in waves, their cries drowned by the relentless roar of the inferno engulfing the battlefield. The remaining Legionnaires and Drakeguards gathered, their bodies battered and bloodied, forming a desperate last stand.

Back to back, they fought like feral beasts cornered, their roars of defiance cutting through the smoke-choked air. With savage precision, their weapons cleaved through wave after relentless wave of foes.

Their strength and ferocity were unmatched, each swing of a blade or swipe of a talon felling another foe. But the Draconians paid dearly for their defiance. Each charge forward, each desperate push to break free, exacted a toll.