As the group prepared to head to the aid of Lord Arion and the villagers, Niamh approached King Taranis with a request weighing heavily on her heart. "My king, would you allow me to join them in their effort to save the village? I believe our help could make a difference."
King Taranis, with a visible expression of conflict on his face, shook his head. "I understand your desire to help, Niamh, but our mission to Forjgris cannot suffer further delays. However, I will assign some of my guards to accompany them. The security of the kingdom and the timely delivery of the medallion must be our priority."
With a heavy heart, Niamh nodded, understanding the gravity of her royal duties. Meanwhile, Alex, Lyria, and Elren, along with the guards designated by the king, hurried towards the village, determined to lend the necessary aid to Lord Arion and to halt the demonic advance.
Determination burned in their eyes as they ventured into the unknown territory, each step bringing them closer to the imminent confrontation with the forces of evil. They knew the challenges they would face would be formidable, but the courage and camaraderie they shared strengthened them against the darkness looming over them.
Upon arrival, the battlefield was revealed before them with a desolate sight. The bodies of several demons lay scattered on the ground, testament to a fierce battle. And amidst the devastation, they found Lord Arion, badly wounded and exhausted, his breath heavy, and his once-impeccable armor now dented and stained with the blood of his enemies.
The urgency of the situation became palpable; as some of the guards began to tend to Arion's wounds, Alex, Lyria, and Elren prepared to face any other danger that might arise, knowing that the battle for the village was far from over.