The Tide Turns

Evelyn stood firm as the enemy forces surged forward, their war cries echoing through the burning night. The battle had reached its climax, and she could feel the exhaustion creeping into her limbs, but surrender was not an option.

Steel clashed as the two sides met with bone-rattling force. Arrows rained down like a deadly storm, and the ground beneath her feet trembled with the weight of war. Evelyn parried a vicious strike, countering with a swift thrust that found its mark. Another enemy fell, but more replaced them in an instant.

Then, a sudden, piercing cry cut through the chaos—a call to retreat. Evelyn's eyes darted to the enemy lines, where confusion rippled through their ranks. The ominous horn that had signaled their charge now sounded again, but this time, it was different. A wave of hesitation swept over their soldiers, and within moments, they began to pull back.

Kael returned from the battlefield, bloodied but unbowed. "Lysara and her team did it! The last siege weapon is destroyed. The enemy's losing their advantage!"

Relief surged through Evelyn, but she refused to let her guard down. "We press the attack! Don't let them regroup!"

The defenders, fueled by renewed hope, pushed forward with a fury that sent the enemy reeling. The battlefield shifted as Evelyn and her warriors turned defense into offense, driving the invaders back toward the forests beyond the city walls.

For the first time that night, the tide of war had turned in their favor. But Evelyn knew the battle was far from over.