The battlefield was far from silent as we took in the sight of Draven's smouldering remains. His defeat sent shockwaves through the enemy ranks, and we could feel a tangible shift in the air. The soldiers, both human and demon, rallied around us, their spirits lifted by Aurelia's victory. But the battle was far from over.
The ground began to tremble beneath our feet, signalling the approach of the next wave. I turned to Aurelia, who was still catching her breath but looked as fierce as ever. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the determination burning within them.
"We're not done yet," she said, her voice steady. "Stay close, Lydia."
I nodded, gripping my sword tightly. The soldiers around us were ready, their weapons drawn and their faces set with grim resolve. The forest ahead of us began to part, and the enemy emerged, their numbers seemingly endless.
