The battle for Valoran had reached its breaking point. The dark army surged through the streets like a relentless tide of nightmares, tearing through the remaining defenses as if they were nothing more than paper. The magical barrier that had protected the city for so long flickered and then vanished, the mages too exhausted and overwhelmed to keep it going. The demons, vampires, werewolves, and dark goblins roared with triumph as they pushed into the heart of the city.
Faera stood atop the crumbling battlements, her breath ragged as she watched the nightmare unfold below. Blood stained the once-pristine streets, bodies of fallen soldiers and civilians littering the ground. The creatures of the dark army feasted on the chaos, their monstrous forms moving with savage precision as they slaughtered anyone who stood in their way.
