While Valeria and Vargus hastened toward the elf village atop the majestic Auris, unknown to them, chaos had already engulfed their destination. The serene village, usually bustling with the tranquil activities of daily elf life, was now a battleground marked by devastation and fear.
In the heart of the village, the air was thick with smoke and the scent of burnt foliage. Elves, known for their elegance and calm demeanor, were thrown into a frenzy as demonic invaders tore through their defenses with brutal efficiency. The clash of steel and the cries of the fallen filled the once peaceful glades.
An elder elf, his face marred by soot and blood, rallied his kin with desperate urgency. "How can this happen? How can these vile creatures attack us?" he shouted over the din of battle, his voice hoarse with exertion and disbelief. Around him, younger elves armed themselves with whatever weapons they could find, their expressions a mix of fear and determination.
