[03: 35: 10]
"They are here!!"
Emery's voice rang out through the chaos of battle, filled with urgency. His eyes widened as he quickly counted at least a dozen dark elves vaulting over the battlements and onto the south walls. As his senses strained, he detected another group of similar numbers moving stealthily towards the East gate.
The situation was dire. There were battalions of human magus guarding the wall, a force three times their number, but they were occupied in fighting the unrelenting waves of thousands of orcs. They had been battling all day and night, and exhaustion was etched on every face, wearing them down in the long and arduous battle.
The sudden appearance of the dark elves was like a gust of chilling wind. Each of them had marked a target, each intent on a kill. Their movements were coordinated, their strikes aimed with lethal precision.
"Watch out!!" Emery's voice broke through the confusion again.
