The first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting an ethereal glow over the rugged landscape. Victor stood near the cliff edge, his senses heightened by a nagging feeling of unease. As his eyes scanned the horizon, his heart sank. A vast army of elves, their armor gleaming with an eerie aura, was advancing towards them.
Reacting swiftly, Victor's voice rang out like a clarion call, alerting his friends. Panic flickered in their eyes as they gathered their weapons and formed a defensive formation. Jacob, despite his wounds, gritted his teeth, determination blazing in his gaze. Leo adjusted his stance, prepared to unleash his fiery power. Callie's hands shimmered with healing energy, ready to mend the wounds inflicted by the previous encounter. Silas gripped his staff, his calm demeanor masking the storm of magic he held within.
