The return journey from the Ardent Wastes was swift, but the peace they sought in Valdris was short-lived. As they approached the city, a scout from the frontlines arrived with grim news.
“My lord!” the scout gasped, falling to one knee before Damien. “The enemy marches toward Valdris. A massive force, larger than any we’ve seen before.”
The scout’s words chilled the group. Morganna’s warning had come true—though the Rift Entity had been vanquished, the remnants of its forces had regrouped for one final assault.
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PREPARATION FOR BATTLE
The Citadel erupted in organized chaos. Soldiers donned their armor, and commanders barked orders as the city prepared for siege. The Council of Four stood in the war room, the weight of the coming battle etched on their faces.
“Their target is Valdris itself,” Alaric Ashenblade said, his tone grim. “This is no ordinary attack. They mean to wipe us out.”
Morganna Nightraven nodded, her sharp eyes scanning the battle map. “We’ll deploy our forces along the outer walls. If we can hold them there, we’ll have a chance to push them back.”
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Lyanna Silverthorn added, “But this isn’t just about holding the city. We need to break their momentum.”
Damien stepped forward. “Then we take the fight to them. If we can strike at their command structure, we can shatter their assault.”
Garrick Drakenshield grunted in approval. “A bold plan, Bladebearer. I’ll lead the defensive lines. You handle their leaders.”
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THE SIEGE BEGINS
The enemy arrived at dawn. A vast sea of Rift creatures stretched across the horizon, their snarls and roars filling the air. Among them marched towering Rift Lords, their massive forms radiating dark energy. Above them loomed shadowy winged beasts, circling like vultures.
The battle began with a thunderous roar as the first wave crashed against the city’s outer defenses. Roland stood at the forefront, his shield absorbing the brunt of the assault. His sword struck down enemy after enemy, his voice rallying the soldiers around him.
“Hold the line!” he bellowed. “For Valdris!”
Arrows rained down from the walls, guided by Cassian’s sharp aim. His explosive shots detonated within the enemy ranks, scattering their formations. Beside him, Lyra leaped from the battlements, her twin blades flashing as she landed in the midst of the enemy horde.