"Everyone, stand down! Now!" An emissary with a heavy cannon on his shoulders called out to his companions.
Within a ravine left in ruins, an epic battle raged on between an army of centaurs, lizardmen, and orcs, while the battalion of emissaries faced a relentless decrease in their ranks.
"Retreat to the South, we can't hold them back until reinforcements arrive!"
"Healers, focus on the tank! DPS, protect the healers and fight!"
Striving to the best of their abilities, they meticulously followed the prescribed instructions, using the tanks to create a formidable barrier against the encroaching horde of monsters. The DPS led the charge from behind, expertly dispatching any adversaries that emerged from the skies.
The emotions etched on their faces were a vivid reflection of their immense frustration, fear, and despair, further heightened by the sight of their comrades, both living and deceased, held tightly in their arms.
