The Unyielding Defense

Shania stood at the head of her team, her silver armor gleaming beneath the night's sky. The battlefield stretched before them, a maelstrom of violence, the earth quaking under the weight of war. Behind them, the towering castle gates loomed, their final stronghold—if the enemy breached this line, all would be lost.

Leor’s command echoed in her mind: "Kill every enemy that tries to get into the castle."

Her grip tightened around the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white against the polished metal. The wind whipped through her white hair, causing it to dance like a banner in the wind as her eyes glowed with a brilliant golden light.

Shania turned to her team—each guardian with unparalleled skill, handpicked for their strength, resilience, and unwavering resolve. They met her gaze with fierce determination etched on their faces, weapons poised and ready. They were the wall—the last line of defense—the unbreakable force standing between Xal’dar’s dark forces and the castle.