In the heart of the tumultuous battle, as the beast tide surged with relentless ferocity, the sanctuary's defenders fought with a tenacity born of desperation and resolve.
Among them, pockets of resistance shone brightly, beacons of bravery and ingenuity amidst the overwhelming darkness.
One such moment unfolded on the eastern flank, where a small unit, led by a seasoned veteran named Mara, devised a cunning trap using the dense foliage and the treacherous terrain to their advantage.
With precise coordination, they lured a particularly aggressive group of mutated predators into a narrow pass, where the natural obstacles and well-placed snares turned the tide, trapping the beasts in a deadly chokepoint.
As the creatures thrashed and roared, caught in the web of traps and barriers, the defenders unleashed a volley of arrows and bolts, each strike finding its mark with lethal efficiency.
