Helbrid... Who had achieve the victory had sent all the captured women... To his king Alex's enjoyment as he looks at the moon...
The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie pallor over the treacherous terrain. Commander Helbrid and his dwindling army of brave soldiers moved in the darkness, the weight of their fallen comrades heavy upon their shoulders. They had ventured deeper into the demon-infested territory, determined to uncover the source of the infernal invasion and put an end to it.
The air was thick with tension as they trudged forward, weapons at the ready. The demons had proven to be relentless foes, their twisted forms and thick, hard skin making them nigh unstoppable. Helbrid's heart was a storm of emotions – grief for the fallen, anger at the demons, and a burning determination to see this through.
As they advanced, the ground beneath them trembled. A low, guttural growl echoed through the night, sending shivers down their spines. The demons were near.
Helbrid raised a clenched fist, signaling his troops to halt. They formed a tight defensive formation, their shields interlocking, forming an impenetrable wall. Helbrid's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement.
Suddenly, from the shadows emerged the demonic horde. Their eyes burned with malevolence, and their twisted mouths curled into sinister grins. They were larger and fiercer than any they had faced before.
"Steady, soldiers!" Helbrid's voice was a reassuring anchor in the sea of fear that threatened to consume them. "Prepare to defend Aeloria with your lives!"
The demons charged, a nightmarish wave of horror and brutality. Helbrid's soldiers met them head-on, their swords slashing through the air with a resounding swish! as they clashed with the demons. The sound of steel meeting demonic flesh was like a chorus of clinging metal, a symphony of desperation.
Helbrid himself fought at the front lines, his blade a whirlwind of fury. The demons' thick skin made each strike feel like hitting solid stone, but he knew they had to keep pushing, keep fighting. Aeloria depended on their sacrifice.
Amidst the melee, the mages unleashed their magic with booming explosions. Fireballs erupted with a deafening boom! while lightning bolts sizzled through the night, illuminating the battlefield in stark, eerie flashes. The demons screeched and howled as the magic tore through their skins.
But the demons were relentless, their sheer numbers overwhelming. For every demon felled, two more seemed to take its place. The night was filled with the sounds of battle – the clash of swords, the cries of soldiers, and the thunderous boom! of magic.
As the battle raged on, Helbrid felt his strength wane. His armor was battered and dented, and fatigue seeped into his bones. The demons seemed to sense their desperation and pressed their advantage.
Helbrid shouted to his soldiers, "Hold the line! We can't let them break through!"
But the demons, driven by an otherworldly frenzy, pushed harder. Soldiers fell, their desperate cries echoing through the night. The once-impenetrable wall of shields began to crack under the relentless assault.
In the midst of the chaos, Helbrid's mind raced. They were losing. The demons were too strong, too numerous. His heart ached for the brave souls who had followed him into this nightmare.
And then, as if from the depths of despair, a surge of determination coursed through him. He couldn't give up, not now. He had to make this their last stand.
With a mighty roar, Helbrid rallied his remaining soldiers. "For Delvis! For our fallen comrades!"
They fought with a newfound ferocity, a desperate final push. The demons, sensing the change in momentum, faltered for a moment. It was a brief respite, but it was enough.
The mages unleashed their most powerful spells, and the soldiers struck with all their might. The night was filled with blinding flashes of magic and a cacophony of booms and baams! as the demons were pushed back.
However.... It became useless and they couldn't beat them... Demons we're still unfazed while they had lost half of their numbers.
" Hahahahahaha.... Puny humans with Puny Resistance, Meet your End " The demon said as he swing his Weaoin that looked like sword. Killing Helbrid in a Single Go.
The remaining army... Had loat their motivationn and under the desperate time, they were also freed from alex's hypnotisim...as they starts to run for their life.
They couldn't win against these demons...they all began to run here and there in dark way.
Arghhh!
Hel-
But demons didn't let them escape as they killed them one by one with their weapons...
There is No Mercy!