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The morning air was thick with tension as the defenders of the city prepared for the next wave.
The outer walls lay in ruin, the ground scarred by battle, but the inner city stood defiant. The defenders were battered, their strength pushed to its limit, yet determination burned in their eyes.
They had faced Voidlord constructs and Rift creatures before, but the faint tremors reverberating through the ground hinted at something far worse.
Dabi stood on the battlements, scanning the battlefield. Beside him, Loira leaned heavily on her staff, her face pale from exhaustion.
Aldric and Calvin moved among the soldiers, issuing orders and rallying spirits, while Raghnall and the Saints stood at the ready.
"Here they come," Dabi said, his voice low but steady.
