The battlefield was a chaotic blur of clashing swords and desperate cries. Warriors darted through the mist, their hearts pounding with fear and determination.
"Run out! Form up in sections of four! We don't have enough time; we might not make it!" shouted Ayomide, his voice barely cutting through the din.
"We have to!" another warrior replied, his eyes wide with urgency.
Ayomide glanced towards the distant temple, its silhouette barely visible through the haze. "It looks like they're starting the ceremony now."
"Fuck!" a third warrior cursed, his frustration palpable. "This is terribly bad. How did we let this happen?"
"The whole world is fucked," another voice muttered, despair creeping into their ranks.
"We can't lose hope," Ayomide urged, trying to rally his companions. "We still have time. Hurry, use your vibrational energy to teleport us there!"
They gathered, focusing their energies. But as they attempted to transport, a powerful resistance halted them.
"Ah, it's not working!" one of them exclaimed, panic rising.
"I think they're blocking it," Ayomide realized, gritting his teeth. "Their dark vessels have been trained through fasting and discipline to block us out."
"Shit!" a warrior spat. "Let's get a closer view. We're almost there!"