The Hobgoblins roared in unison, their guttural cries echoing across the clearing as they charged toward Leon and his group. The ground trembled under the weight of their charge, and the air grew tense with the promise of battle.
Leon raised his sword, its edge shimmering faintly with a golden aura. "Stick to the plan," he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise. "We take them in waves. Roselia, support with area control. Roman and Millim, keep them off the casters. Naval and Liliana, focus on the flanks."
Roselia nodded, raising her staff high. A swirling vortex of ice and wind erupted from her hands, creating a barrier of freezing air that slowed the Hobgoblins' advance. The front line hesitated, their movements hindered by the biting cold.
