(Amelia)
The battlefield moved around me in a nightmarish haze of blood, magic, and screams.
My hands shook as I struggled to steady myself and focus on the staff. Each time I tried to use it, blinding lights disrupted my efforts, but I couldn't afford to give up. The demon was only moments away from reaching me.
As I strained to see through the chaos, two new figures emerged from the darkness: Reynard and Marcus.
They move through the crowd like a pair of shadows, their movements precise and deadly. Reynard's wicked grin was unmistakable even amid the chaos, while Marcus's cold, calculating gaze seemed to pierce through the commotion.
The two of them were fighting for the demon, their presence adding to the overwhelming terror. Reynard slashed through our forces with dark glee, while Marcus's eerie calmness made him all the more terrifying as he directed the undead with chilling precision.
