Battlemages dressed in blue and red armor marched forward in perfect formation. Each piece of their armor was etched with glowing runes, emanating a soft magical aura that illuminated the dark night, creating an almost ethereal glow around them. Their faces were set in grim determination, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
"Move forward, soldiers!" their leader bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. He was a tall figure, his commanding presence amplified by the helm he wore, adorned with a plume that flickered like a living flame.
As they approached the mouth of a cave, the atmosphere grew tense. The cave entrance loomed before them, a gaping maw that seemed to swallow the light, its darkness impenetrable even to their enchanted armor. The air around it was thick with an unsettling chill, as if the very essence of the cave was alive and watching their every move.
