Beneath the dim, overcast sky, the Azure Sky Stronghold lay in disarray. For weeks now, the air had been thick with the scent of desperation, its inhabitants worn down by constant battles against an unrelenting horde. Supplies dwindled, and hope became a luxury no one could afford. Every day felt like a new siege, and every night a grim reminder of their fragile existence.
Above the walls, watchmen peered through the mists, scanning for any movement in the distance. Beneath them, the streets bustled with activity—civilians hurried to fortify crumbling barriers, while hybrids, their last line of defense, sharpened weapons and prepared for what they knew was inevitable.
Without warning, a distant shout echoed across the wall. One of the scouts sprinted toward the command center, his eyes wild with urgency. "Something's coming! A group—Hybrids—heading straight for us!"
