"It's hopeless...utterly hopeless"
Morgan swayed on his feet and for a few moments, the world seemed to spin.
Despite their valor, the royal guards were being systematically slaughtered. They fought with honor, with blood, with screaming lungs—but the silver-eyed warriors fought with absolute, emotionless perfection.
Every parry was calculated, every insidious strike was fatal. They did not bleed, they did not tire, and they most certainly did not hesitate.
For every step the royal guards managed to reclaim, the pale tide drove them back two more, turning the once-glorious heart of Elaris into a churning sea of broken armor, severed limbs, and dying whispers.
Steel rang throughout the capital in a deafening chorus. Strram of violet magic erupted across the cobblestone streets—arcs of lightning tearing through the air, bursts of shadow fracturing the marble, and waves of force rattling the surrounding towers.
