"We need reinforcements!" Kael roared, his voice a thunderclap in the chaos. His body was covered in dirt and blood, his eyes wild with adrenaline. The enemy was pressing harder, their numbers overwhelming.
Julie stood beside him, her bow strung and ready. Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of fear and determination. The battle had raged for hours, and their strength was waning.
"Hold the line!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din. "We can do this!"
The villagers fought with a desperate courage, their bodies pushed to their limits. But the enemy was relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.
As the battle raged, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Viktor, his face grim, his eyes filled with a cold determination. At his side were his elite warriors, their bodies clad in gleaming armor.
"We've come to help," Viktor said, his voice a low growl.
