Maena glanced between Caelum, who was now single-handedly holding off the mages, and Jolthar, her voice trembling with both desperation and conviction. "I know it's shameless of me to ask," she admitted, her words rapid as she tried to convey the gravity of the situation, "but I need your help. Please."
Jolthar's brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent.
Maena knew that they wouldn't last against the army of mages. And there were hardly a couple of knights present with her. Eran and Clifton, they weren't in their better condition.
Her words hung in the air, filled with an urgency that even Jolthar couldn't ignore. He looked toward the battlefield, where Caelum was now visibly straining to protect his family while simultaneously engaging Segarus.
The red-robed mages were regrouping, their numbers seeming endless.
