The chaos of battle enveloped Amara, Kirin, and Mira as they pushed into the heart of the encampment. The air crackled with energy, the clash of weapons ringing in their ears like thunder. Shadows surged forward, a dark tide threatening to sweep them away, but Amara refused to yield. She focused her energy, drawing upon the light that pulsed within her, ready to shield her allies and illuminate the path forward.
"Amara!" Kirin shouted, his voice rising above the din. He parried a blow from a sect warrior, sending the attacker staggering back. "We need to reach the council tent! That's where we can warn them about the attack!"
"Right!" Amara replied, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around, assessing the situation. The camp was in disarray; warriors were scrambling to defend themselves against the sudden onslaught of the sect. Fires crackled and sputtered, casting flickering shadows that danced wildly across the ground.
