The chaos of battle enveloped me, a cacophony of clashing steel and the crackling of magic filling the air as the Arcane Guard fought fiercely against the encroaching shadows of the Circle. My heart raced, fueled by adrenaline and the weight of our situation pressing down on me. Every instinct screamed to protect my comrades, to ensure that we stood united against the dark forces threatening to tear us apart.
I fought alongside Asher, our movements synchronized as we defended against the relentless onslaught. With each strike, I channeled my energy into defensive spells, casting shimmering barriers around our warriors to shield them from the dark magic unleashed by our enemies. The light of our combined efforts illuminated the night, but shadows loomed ever closer, threatening to snuff out our hope.
“Emilia!” Asher shouted over the din, his voice barely reaching me amidst the chaos. “We need to regroup! They’re coming from all sides!”