"CHARRGEEEEEE!!!"
The roar of the invading army was deafening, an intense mix of steel clashing, war cries, and the crackle of the forbidden power of Spells.
The breach in the wall, a gaping wound in the fortress, became a funnel for Fabian's forces. Soldiers poured in like an unrelenting tide, knights wielding cursed weapons led the charge, and witches hovered above, their spells raining death from the skies.
Amidst the chaos, Cardinal Peter stood motionless, his blade glinting in the faint light of the burning battlefield.
His white cloak billowed in the wind, marred by the soot and ash of war, yet he exuded an aura of divine authority that seemed untouched by the carnage.
"Kill him!" shouted a knight at the forefront, his jagged blade glowing with a malevolent red aura.
Others echoed his cry, their weapons raised as they surged forward.
Peter's eyes narrowed. For a brief moment, the world seemed to fall silent around him.
