As the sun climbed higher, casting its harsh light on the battered but unbowed city of Cast, the battle reached a critical juncture. The defenders, though wearied by the relentless assault, found strength in each other and in the knowledge that their cause was just.
The Blackstone Empire, frustrated by the unexpected resilience of Cast's defenders, unleashed their most fearsome weapon yet – a colossal beast from the depths of their dark lands, its eyes ablaze with malice. The ground shook with each step it took towards the city walls, a terrifying embodiment of the Empire's wrath.
The sight of the beast sent a wave of fear through the ranks of the defenders. But Whispering Wind, standing resolute atop the battlements, raised her sword high, rallying the defenders with a cry that echoed across the battlefield. "For Cast and for our future, stand strong!"
