The Nexus continued to pulse with golden light, its radiance illuminating the battlefield as the defenders clashed with the dark sorcerer's army. Elara's heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline surging through her veins as she fought alongside her comrades, each swing of her sword fueled by the Nexus's empowering energy. But despite the renewed vigor, she could feel the weight of the battle bearing down on them. The enemy was relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.
Cedric, his shield raised high, bashed away a twisted creature that lunged at him, its grotesque form crumpling to the ground. "We can't keep this up forever!" he shouted over the din of battle, his voice tinged with frustration. "There's too many of them!"
Elara knew he was right. Even with the Nexus's power bolstering their strength, the defenders were being worn down by the sheer number of enemies. They needed a plan—something that would turn the tide decisively in their favor. And quickly.
