"MEN! REMEMBER YOU ARE DOING THIS ON YOUR OWN CHOICE! SO YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR BEST SO THAT YOUR LIVES WON'T BE WASTED! AT LEAST TAKE SOME HEADS WITH YOU BEFORE YOU FALL DOWN!"
As the general finished his rallying cry, the dark-elf priests were in range to bombard us with spells. Their black robe with white accents and stripes all over fluttered as they stopped and raised their staff together, while the knights that rode beasts kept coming towards us.
The spells converged with dark energy. It looked like a black ball made of all their dark magic power, the black ball rose at the skies and went coming towards us, made by a huge number of dark-elf priests it expanded larger than our formation,
We were filled with despair and horror, as they slapped us with the reality… that our courageousness was not enough to hold a candle, against a power like this.
How much more will our race suffer, because of our repeated mistakes.
