The air crackled with tension as the village braced itself for the onslaught. Canna's warriors stood ready, the ground beneath them trembling with the approach of the ogres and trolls. The villagers watched with bated breath, knowing that their survival rested on the shoulders of these fearsome fighters. The roar of the ogres echoed through the forest, their rage and hunger driving them forward like an unstoppable force.
But the warriors of the Sanctuary were unfazed. They had trained for this, prepared for the day when their skills would be put to the ultimate test. And leading them was Tiberius, the son of Vorak, his greatsword resting on his shoulder as he eyed the approaching enemies with a determined gaze.
"Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for the Sanctuary and its people!" Tiberius roared, his voice carrying over the din of the ogres' march. "Let them taste our strength and know the power of our unity!"
