The battle raged on inside the fortress of Rhozz. The once-mighty soldiers of Valoran, Eberdeen, and the dwarves clashed with the dark creatures of the fortress, their swords and arrows cutting down vampires, goblins, and werewolves. But the victory was fleeting. For every creature they felled, another two took their place, rising again as twisted zombies under Rhozz's dark magic.
James swung his holy sword, Zeldor, cleaving through the body of a dark goblin, only to watch the goblin twitch and rise again, its white, lifeless eyes glowing with dark energy. He felt the oppressive magic seeping into the battlefield, corrupting the fallen and adding to Rhozz's ever-growing army.
"We're losing ground!" Sasha shouted over the din of battle, her sword slicing through another undead soldier.
"They just keep coming," Pippy added, her rabbit ears twitching with frustration as she launched a flurry of strikes.
