Canor was tired, he had long since defeated the leader of the wardens, his spear finding a path through the knights visor, but the endless wave of soldiers through those doors was exhausting.
No matter how many he slew, several more took their place. He was beginning to question how many people even lived in this gargantuan city, as he was sure that they would have to run out of cannon fodder soon.
Canor, amidst the chaos and the ongoing combat, notices Adara and Lucas attempting to navigate through the protected entrance. Initially choosing to disregard them amidst the intense conflict, a sudden realization strikes him—Adara possesses magical abilities that might be of assistance to their side in the ongoing battle.
Despite his exhaustion and the fierce engagement with the opposing forces, he recalls Adara's potential as a wielder of magic, recognizing the potential advantage her abilities could provide to their side. Realizing this, he swiftly changes course, altering his decision to ignore them and instead opting to seek their aid.
In the heat of the skirmish, a warden lunges at Adara, catching her off guard and knocking her to the ground. Before she can recover, another warden advances toward Lucas, raising his blade high for a lethal strike.
In the nick of time, just as the warden is about to bring down the sword, Canor intervenes, his swift movements deflecting the fatal blow aimed at Lucas. With his spear expertly wielded, he manages to parry the attack, saving Lucas from harm's way.
With a skilled thrust, Canor disarms the warden, sending the assailant staggering backward. His quick actions provide a momentary respite, allowing Adara to regain her footing and Lucas to step back, out of immediate danger. The three of them stand momentarily shielded by Canor's intervention, his spear poised defensively as he surveys the ongoing chaos around them.
Canor, breathless but alert, turns to Adara and Lucas, his eyes scanning the tumultuous scene around them. "Any ideas on how to get out of this mess?"
Adara nods, a determined glint in her eye despite the chaos surrounding them. "I can cast a concealment spell," she replies, her voice steady with resolve. "It'll cloak us, disguising our presence. We can slip away unnoticed."
With a focused expression, Adara begins chanting under her breath, the familiar mystical incantations echoing softly amidst the clashing of blades and distant roars. Wisps of ethereal light gather around her fingertips, weaving into intricate patterns as she directs the spell's energy.
As the incantation reaches its zenith, a subtle aura envelops the trio, distorting their forms with a shimmering illusion that blends them seamlessly into the chaos. Canor watches in awe as Adara's spell weaves its protective veil around them, rendering them almost invisible within the frantic battleground.
"We should go," Adara urges in a hushed tone, her eyes glancing towards the exit. "Quickly, before they notice."
Following Adara's lead, the three slip away from the center of the conflict, shrouded by the magical guise that shields their movements. They navigate through the turmoil, making their way towards the exit, the chaos of the skirmish masking their escape as they merge seamlessly with the surrounding commotion.
The trio emerges from the underground auction house, their eyes immediately drawn to the skies above, where Eris and Moros engage in a furious aerial battle. The air crackles with energy as shadows and steel clash amidst bursts of mystical red light, painting an otherworldly spectacle against the evening sky.
They had both since long abandoned their vessels, despite being more unstable, the two demons are much stronger in their true forms.
Moros's cloak has been torn in half , now forming something like a cape that flows behind him. His body resembling a suit of black armour, shadows streaming from the visor and visible cracks formed by Eris.
Eris herself was also injured, her arm gone and a single goat horn curled into the sky, Adara presumed that the second one had been taken out by Moros.
Her black tail weaving behind her in the wind as she once again fired off the crackling red thunder from her hand.
Amidst the chaos of the city, Adara guided Lucas through the surging crowd, their eyes set on reaching Anox, patiently waiting for them. The streets were a flurry of panicked movements, but Adara navigated with a determination born from survival instincts.
As they weaved through the bustling crowd, the distant echoes of Eris and Moros's battle continued to reverberate, a constant reminder of the otherworldly conflict that unfolded above. Adara maintained a firm grip on Lucas's hand, ensuring they stayed close, a bond of necessity in the tumultuous streets.
Finally reaching Anox, the horse neighed as if expressing relief at their return. Adara quickly mounted, motioning for Lucas to do the same. As they prepared to depart, the distant sounds of the demons' clash lingered in the air, a haunting symphony that underscored the uncertainty of their journey. Without a word, Adara urged Anox forward, steering them away from the unfolding turmoil, seeking a path to safety.