The resistance army surged forward with the determination that seems like burning fire. Their ranks moving like a single entity across the desolate, rocky terrain from the portal.
Renna and her team worked quickly, securing the massive siege crossbow into position atop a makeshift platform of reinforced stone and salvaged steel.
The shimmering arrow they prepared was unlike any conventional weapon they been using until now. It radiated a faint pulsating glow, its tip made of metal extracted from the enemy's stolen technology and Magic they preserved from the artifact they carried.
"Steady, steady!" Renna barked at her crew, her voice cutting through the rising din.
Her sharp eyes darted between the siege weapon and the approaching enemy forces. The resistance fighters formed a protective perimeter around her, their resolve unwavering despite the ominous sound of distant war machines rumbling to life.
