[ The Siege of Emberfall ]

[ The Sky Burns Red ]

The night before the attack was eerily silent.

No laughter. No idle chatter. Only the sounds of sharpening blades, whispered prayers, and distant footsteps patrolling the walls.

Then, at the first light of dawn—the world turned to fire.

Flames erupted from the distant treeline, shooting into the sky like volcanic eruptions. Fireborn Soldiers emerged from the flames, their bodies radiating an unnatural heat. The ground beneath them sizzled and cracked, leaving molten footprints in their wake.

And at the heart of it all—King Malakar's banner flew high.

The attack had begun.

[Raine, gripping his sword]: "Here they come."

The warning bells rang across the village.

The Siege of Emberfall had begun.

The Fireborn horde charged at the walls, their war cries blending with the roar of flames.

[Soren, standing atop the barricades]: "Alright, boys—light 'em up!"

A volley of arrows and fireballs rained down upon the advancing army. Some Fireborn fell, their bodies shattering like glass, but most kept marching, their molten cores burning hotter with every step.

[Lyra, launching a spell]: "They're not stopping!"

[Raine, calculating]: "We hold the walls—don't let them break through!"

But Malakar's forces had planned for this.

Suddenly—explosions erupted at the base of the walls.

Fireborn Pyromancers raised their staffs, summoning waves of heat so intense that the wooden barricades began to warp and crumble.

[Random Player, panicked]: "The walls are melting?!"

[Raine, gritting his teeth]: "We don't need walls. We need fighters!"

The moment the defenses collapsed, the true battle began.

On the frontlines, Raine fought like a demon.

His sword struck down Fireborn after Fireborn, but for every one he killed, two more replaced them.

Until he decided—it was time to use it.

[Raine, whispering]: "Black Magic: Paralysis."

A wave of dark energy surged from his hands, striking a Flameborn General mid-charge.

The creature froze instantly, its body locked in place like a statue.

[Soren, grinning]: "Not bad."

[Lyra, hesitant]: "Raine, that magic… it's dangerous."

But Raine didn't have a choice.

The more he used Black Magic, the colder he felt inside. Like something was feeding off him.

But he pushed the thought aside.

Because at that moment, a horn sounded in the distance.

And the true nightmare began.

A group of players suddenly turned against their own side.

They cut down their fellow warriors, sabotaged the barricades, and opened the gates for Malakar's forces.

[Traitor Player, smirking]: "You guys really thought we'd risk our lives for a losing fight?"

[Raine, furious]: "You sold us out?!"

[Another Traitor, shrugging]: "Malakar made a better offer. Serve him, and we live."

The battlefield descended into madness.

Enemies outside. Traitors inside.

And in the midst of the chaos—the sky darkened.

A figure emerged from the flames.

Seven feet tall. Cloaked in blackened steel. His body radiated an aura of pure heat, warping the air around him.

In his hand—a blade made of living fire.

King Malakar had arrived.

[Malakar, voice like a raging inferno]: "Burn it all to ash."

And with a single swing of his sword—

The battlefield ignited.