With a tap of his staff on the ground, the black-cloaked man summoned more than fifty black-cloaked members of the [Crows]. They emerged from the shadows, their sneers evident beneath their hoods. "You're surrounded," one of them said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Lyan scoffed, a fearless smile spreading across his lips. "I guess that's all he's got?" he said, gripping his magic glaive tightly. A white aura, the high spirit of the knight, enveloped him, and his confidence was palpable.
Borton chuckled, his large frame seeming to grow even more imposing. "This won't be as hard as the goblin king subjugation," he said, brandishing his massive hammer.
Julius nodded in agreement, his magic sword erupting in flames. "Just another day," he said, the fire casting eerie shadows on his face.
