In the midst of the chaos and destruction, a glimmer of hope sparked within the hearts of the defenders. They held onto the belief that with Gracier by their side, they might just survive the relentless onslaught. The fire serpent, a symbol of devastation, continued to rampage, reducing a third of the monstrous horde to smoldering ash. But as its fiery fury began to fade, its magical fuel dwindling, an opportunity arose.
From the remaining ranks of monsters emerged powerful figures. Trolls, their regenerative flesh pulsating with a sickly green light, and mutated two-headed ogres, their muscles bulging with unnatural strength, stepped forward. With crude magic infused with dark energy, they aimed to extinguish Gracier's creation. Their guttural roars challenged the lone figure floating above the battlefield.
