An elderly mage, her face lined with years of experience, stood at the center of the defenders, her staff glowing with arcane energy. She unleashed wave after wave of magic, each spell a desperate attempt to turn the tide. But the beasts were too many, their numbers overwhelming. A massive creature, a hulking brute with iron-like skin, broke through the line and struck the mage down with a single blow.
The defenders' morale broke, and they began to retreat, knowing they could not hold the bridge. The beasts surged forward, their victory inevitable. The kingdom's forces, finally mobilized, arrived to find only ruins and desolation. They engaged the beasts, but it was too late to prevent the destruction that had already occurred.