The shelter was in utter chaos. The once formidable army of survivors was now decimated, with bodies of the fallen littering the ground. The relentless onslaught of Destruction's forces had pushed them back, and now they found themselves cornered, their defenses crumbling.
Aerathorn, the forest guardian, fought valiantly, his twin swords and bow moving with an almost ethereal grace. He struck down enemies with precision, but even his agile movements could not turn the tide of battle.
The Frostborn Elves, led by Elara, wielded their ice magic and weapons with skill, but their efforts seemed to be in vain against the overwhelming horde. Ice spears shattered, arrows fell short, and magical barriers were breached.
