The shelter's surroundings were a cacophony of clashing steel, roaring flames, and the chilling howls of Destruction's minions.
The dark mist that had poured from the sky enveloped the battlefield, casting an eerie glow on the desperate struggle below.
Aerathorn, the half-eagle guardian of the forest, moved through the chaos with incredible agility. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, picking out targets.
Drawing his bow, he loosed a flurry of arrows, each one finding its mark in the twisted forms of the attacking creatures.
When they closed in, he switched to his twin swords, their blades flashing in the dim light as he cut through the enemy ranks with lethal efficiency.
*CRAAAT!!!*
*CRAAAT!!!*
*CRAAAT!!!*
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