A Desperate Gamble

Evelyn swung her blade with precision, cutting through the enemy ranks as the battlefield descended into chaos. Smoke and fire painted the night sky, and the screams of the wounded filled the air. The ground was slick with blood, but she had no time to falter. The siege was tightening, and their defenses were crumbling.

Kael fought beside her, his movements swift and deadly. "We can't hold the northern wall much longer! We need reinforcements!"

Evelyn gritted her teeth. "The reinforcements won't arrive in time. We have to make do with what we have."

A messenger sprinted towards them, panting heavily. "Commander! Lysara's team has destroyed one siege weapon, but they've been spotted. They're under attack!"

Evelyn's heart clenched. Losing Lysara would be a devastating blow. "Kael, take a squad and get them out of there."

Kael hesitated. "And you?"

"I'll hold the line here. Now go!"

Kael nodded, rallying a small force before disappearing into the battlefield.

Evelyn turned back to the fray, determination blazing in her eyes. If this was their last stand, she would make sure they fought to the very end.

Then, through the smoke, a new sound emerged—a deep, ominous horn. The enemy was making their final push.

She raised her sword. "Stand your ground! No matter what happens, we do not surrender!"

As the enemy surged forward, Evelyn braced herself for the fight of her life.