Below, the Elven Kingdom remained a beacon of defiance, the golden barrier shimmering valiantly against the dragon's onslaught. He could still feel the faint connection, the conduit he'd established to bolster their mana.
Were they holding their own?
Back atop the wall, the Elven King's voice rang out, laced with desperation.
"Ranger elf warriors to the front! I will open a small section of the barrier. Release a volley of arrows, aim for the dragon's underbelly!"
A surge of panic flickered across the faces of the Elven rangers as they scrambled to the designated positions.
Their nimble forms pressed against the golden barrier, waiting for the window to unleash their deadliest arrows.
"Now!" The Elven King's voice boomed through the city, a desperate command echoing off the buildings.
With a flick of his wrist, a small section of the golden barrier flickered and dissolved, creating a narrow window.
