Thorne stood at the center of it all, his dark magic…
The ground trembled beneath his feet, and from the depths of the earth, horrific creatures rose—twisted and grotesque, their eyes burning with malevolent intent.
Seraphina, Alyssia, Garrick, and Ashar fought valiantly, each wielding their weapons with precision and power. But the creatures Thorne had raised from the abyss were relentless, pouring forth in waves that seemed endless. The clash of steel, the cries of battle, and the roar of the monsters filled the air, a symphony of violence and desperation.
Ashar, his movements like a blur of rage, cleaved through the beasts with brutal efficiency. "We cannot let Thorne's power spread any further!" he shouted, his sword flashing as it decapitated one of the creatures. But there were too many. They kept coming, a seemingly infinite tide of darkness.
