The clash of swords and the roar of spells filled the air, an orchestra of chaos as Eldoria's forces crashed against our fortified defenses. From my vantage point atop the castle walls, I could see the enemy's vast army stretching out like an unending tide, their banners fluttering in the breeze, their armor gleaming ominously in the fading light. The scale of the battle was staggering, but I felt a resolute calm, knowing that we had prepared for this moment.
"Hold the line!" Arawn's voice cut through the cacophony, commanding and steady. His presence was a beacon of strength for our soldiers, who responded with a roar of defiance. The first wave of Eldoria's troops had reached our outer defenses, their advance slowed by the maze of traps and fortifications we had painstakingly constructed.