The massive doors of the castle's grand hall groaned as they parted open, the sound carrying across the entire battlefield like a warning of what's to come.
From the darkness within, a figure stepped forward. Long robes embroidered with patterns that seemed to shift in the light trailed behind it.
Two guards followed closely behind, their armours darker and far heavier than that of the other Dark Elves.
The last thing to arrive was a sudden pressure.
It slammed into Damon like a wave. His breath caught for a moment, his muscles tightening at the suffocating presence. Around him, several of the weaker human fighters dropped to the ground, their knees buckling under the pressure. Others staggered, gasping for air as they clutched their fists in hopes of remaining standing.
Eve, who stood no more than a meter away from Damon, cursed under her breath, while Nyla, who was also close by, leaned onto her hammer, catching a ragged breath as she refused to falter.
