Clash with darkness

The guardians leave the misty heights of Skyrend Peak, their spirits lifted. The land below is changing, coming back to life. As they walk, greens and blues replace gray. The air smells sweet, not bitter.

But as they round a bend in the trail, dark forms appear. They wear cloaks with Morgarath's sign - the twisted nekra. Their leader is tall and grim, with a face that speaks of cruelty.

"Go back," he says in a voice colder than ice. "The master claims these lands."

The guardians ready their powers. They will not yield to shadows.

"Your master will fail," Oliver vows, voice ringing with courage. The others echo his resolve. Though weary from their trials, they will finish this.

The dark leader points, and his minions attack. Magic flies swift as arrows. Swords and staffs strike like snakes. The quiet trail becomes a place of screaming rage and pain.

But the guardians hold against the tide of shadows. Will and light against might and fear - they fight as one.