The battlefield was a chaotic storm of clashing steel and magic. Aurora and Lara, their bodies battered and their breathing ragged, found themselves backed into a corner. The ground beneath them was littered with the fallen, both enemy and ally alike. The odds had always been against them—they had known that from the start—but now the reality of their fate was setting in. There was no escape.
Aurora winced as her arms trembled, barely holding her sword aloft. She had been struck multiple times by the enemy's earth magic, jagged arrows of stone and dirt that had pelted her relentlessly, leaving bruises and bloodied cuts in their wake. She was running on sheer willpower now, her magic drained and her strength fading fast.
