The streets were a chaotic battlefield as Daemon, Daenys, and Calen fought their way through a relentless horde of undead. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the sounds of clashing swords and anguished cries filled the air.
Their hearts raced, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they navigated through the throng of enemies. Each swing of their weapons was a dance of survival, fueled by determination and a fierce desire to protect the innocent.
Daenys used her lightning magic to immobile the undead while Calen and Daemon used their sword arts to shatter them.
They were a trio of prodigies, closely knitted and working as one. The undead were no match for the strength of the three of them combined.
Daenys's mind was focused solely on her task as she unleashed another blast of lightning magic, and the bodies of the undead convulsed and collapsed to the ground.
