Aric stepped forward, his sword flashing in the eerie green light. He turned his skin silver, and an arm shield formed, protecting him from the incoming horde.
He glanced behind, his eyes locking onto his companions. "They look smaller than the Abomination we fought, so they could be weaker, but don't count on it. Make sure you fight your all!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
With a fierce battle cry, Aric dashed towards the monsters, his sword slicing through the air. He wasn't alone for long.
Leonar, his furry hands pumping in small, brief hand signs, summoned flames onto his fists.
He let out a mighty lion roar, the sound bouncing off the walls as he charged forward, joining Aric at the front lines.
Elara, meanwhile, climbed onto the altar, her eyes fixed intently on the monsters. She aimed her arrow, drawing back the string with a swift motion.