The battle in the Imperial Palace raged on, the grand corridors echoing with the clash of steel and the cries of elves fighting for their cause. Though skilled and steadfast, the Protectors of the Throne were vastly outnumbered. The rallied forces of King Eroan's Wardens and Sentinels overwhelmed them, sheer numbers pressing them back, slowly but relentlessly.
Despite the Protectors' determination, it became clear that their formation was faltering. For every Sentinel struck down, two more seemed to emerge, their relentless advance creating a grim inevitability. The tide of battle was not turning in the Protectors' favour, and their line thinned with each passing moment.