The black mage

The air crackled with energy as our battle against the demonic creatures intensified. The four of them swarmed around us, snarling and snapping with twisted maws, their red eyes glowing like embers in the gloom of the forest.

My heart pounded in my chest, and the rush of magic through my veins felt both empowering and terrifying. But I couldn't let fear take over not now. The others needed me.

Thrain charged forward, his sword raised high as he let out a battle cry, slicing through the first demon with brutal efficiency. His muscles rippled with each swing, every movement precise and practiced.

Kaelen danced around another demon, his arrows flying with deadly accuracy, each one finding its mark in the creature's hide, though they seemed to do little to slow it down.

Elaris was everywhere at once, her blade flashing in the dim light as she deflected attacks and countered with strikes that seemed to flow like water.