The roar of the battle echoed across the plains as the vampire horde launched its offensive. Ethan, Aria, Gabriel, Thorne, Marcus, Darius, and Celeste arrived just as the first clash erupted, a chaotic symphony of clashing steel and desperate screams.
Thorne, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield, spotted Elara and the coven weaving spells near the fringes. With a decisive nod, he excused himself from the group. "I can be more helpful there," he said, his voice barely audible over the din. And without waiting for a response, he sprinted towards the witches, his own brand of magic better suited for disruption than the brutal face-to-face combat unfolding before him.
Ethan watched him go, a flicker of understanding passing between them.
