The clash of steel, the roar of battle cries, and the guttural growls of the Voidborne filled the air as Elara led the charge toward the towering gates of the stronghold. The dark fortress loomed above them, a monolith of black stone that seemed to devour the light. The sky above churned with storm clouds, casting an eerie shadow over the battlefield.
Elara's heart pounded in her chest as she slashed through the first wave of Voidborne soldiers, their twisted, shadowy forms dissolving into wisps of darkness as her blade cut through them. They fought with a terrifying ferocity, their clawed hands and jagged weapons striking out at her and her comrades. But the resistance was prepared—they had faced the Voidborne before, and they knew how to fight back.
"Stay close!" Elara shouted over the din of battle, her voice carrying above the chaos. "Push toward the gates!"
