As the siege of Pyrohaven intensified, the town's defenders were ensnared in a web of fear and desperation. The ascendants, warriors of great skill and courage, found themselves cornered, their backs metaphorically and literally against the formidable walls of the town.
The relentless wave of enhanced zombies was unyielding, each one more ferocious than the last. The ascendants' faces, usually resolute and stoic, now betrayed a sense of desperation. They swung their weapons with valor, but the light of hope was dimming rapidly in their eyes.
In the midst of this dire situation, a sudden shift occurred. From the direction of the town's heart, a group of Tier 3 ascendants, adorned in vibrant red attire, emerged with an air of unwavering confidence. Their stride was bold, each step resonating with purpose and power.
