Smoke filled the night air above Duskfall as arrows rained from the high walls. Human soldiers lined the watch walls, losing their bows in a steady rhythm.
Below, the valley was violence—flames, blades, and screams all mixing together. The scent of blood and magic filled the air.
Archers lined the top of the walls shooting with sharp aim. Lightning and fire lit up their targets. Shouts rang through the air—orders, warnings, death cries. The clash of weapons and cries of pain never stopped.
Amid the chaos of battle, Virelle stood inside a ring of fire, her hands raised, her eyes glowing violet. Spells leapt from her hands—barriers, flares, waves of light that knocked beasts into the dirt.
Beside her, Leila cut through risen vampires with a sword glowing deep red, charged with old magi
