The angels moved, their wings beating in perfect unison as they positioned themselves on either side of the army. Zena felt a surge of confidence wash over her as she watched them. She had heard tales of the angels’ power and had always thought of them as mythical beings, but now they were here, fighting alongside her army.

“Ready the troops!” Zena shouted, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. The soldiers moved into position, their weapons at the ready. Zena took her place at the front of the vanguard, her shield and spear in hand. Saffron stood by her side, his bow at the ready.

The enemy army appeared on the horizon, a sea of black armor and banners waving in the wind. Zena felt a jolt of fear run through her, but she pushed it aside. She had to be strong for her troops.

“Charge!” Zena yelled, and the vanguard moved forward, shields raised. The clash of metal against metal filled the air as the two armies collided. Zena fought with all her might, her spear piercing through enemy armor and flesh alike. She could feel the weight of her shield on her arm, but she didn’t let it slow her down. She had to keep fighting, had to protect her troops.

Behind her, the archers let loose a volley of arrows, their deadly accuracy taking down enemy soldiers one by one. And then, the Mammoth-Dholes charged forward, their massive bodies trampling the enemy underfoot.

The battle raged on for what felt like hours, with neither side gaining the upper hand. Zena fought with all her might, her muscles screaming with exertion. She could feel the sweat trickling down her back, and her breathing was labored, but she refused to give up. She had to keep fighting, had to keep pushing forward.

And then she saw him. The enemy commander, Feral Lich, towering over his soldiers, his armor gleaming in the sunlight. Zena felt a surge of anger washes over her. This man handled so much death and destruction. He had to be stopped.

With fierce determination, Zena charged toward the commander, her spear raised high. The commander saw her coming and swung his weapon, a massive battle axe.

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Zena sidestepped the swing and brought her sword down in a swift strike. The commander blocked the attack with his axe and the two engaged in a deadly dance, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks.

Zena could feel the weight of the battle bearing down on her, but she refused to falter. She had trained for this moment her entire life, and she would not let it slip away.

The two warriors circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly stare. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, Zena lunged forward and struck the commander in the chest. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. The commander stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock. And then, with a groan, it turned into a laugh. Her sword, although was cracked when it struck his armor.

Zena felt the weight of despair crushing down upon her. Despite her powers, she knew she was no match for Feral Lich. The thought of facing him filled her with dread, and she wondered if she dared to fight.

As she stood there, paralyzed with fear, she noticed one of the golden wings of the Asmodel angels. The wing seemed to shimmer in the light, and Zena found herself mesmerized by its beauty.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, drawing strength from the wing’s radiance. A rush of power flowed through her body as she opened her eyes. She knew then that she could face Feral Lich and emerge victorious.

With renewed determination, Zena drew her cracked sword and charged toward the enemy commander. She could feel the magical energy coursing through her veins, empowering her strikes and giving her an edge in the battle.

Zena braced herself as Feral Lich swung his massive battle axe, the deadly weapon missing her body. However, the long steel pole that the axe was attached to struck her in the center of her body, sending her flying into the air.

Zena’s world spun as she soared through the air, her body tumbling end over end. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she landed hard on the ground; the impact knocking the breath out of her.

For a moment, she lay there, gasping for air, her vision blurred. But then, with a fierce determination, she tried to get to her feet. She could feel the ache in her chest, and it felt like her insides were crushed. It clasped Zena to the ground and fell unconscious.

Zena’s mind swirled with hazy images of bright lights and muffled voices. She felt a chill in her bones and realized that she was cold. She tried to move, but her body wouldn’t respond. Panic set in as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.