What should have been a peaceful night turned into a battlefield in an instant. The assassins sent by Reeve began to emerge from the darkness, darting between the shadows of the trees, ready to launch deadly attacks. Hundreds of them, their faces covered in black cloth, prepared to strike mercilessly.
Alaric, Piere, and Zanuba stood firm in the middle of the open field, the campfire they had made flickering as if it knew a fight was about to break out. Piere gripped his katana tightly, his sharp eyes scanning for enemy movements. Zanuba readied herself, her hands beginning to glow with magical energy, prepared to unleash it. Alaric, on the other hand, calmly raised his wand into the air.
"Shield, it's time to work!" Alaric said, as if addressing the sky. In an instant, a massive transparent dome-shaped shield appeared around the three of them, blocking the first arrows launched by the assassins. The arrows struck the shield and shattered like dust.
