Marlowe, wincing slightly, took Brittany's hand and allowed herself to be pulled up. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "Just a little bruised."
She brushed herself off, her eyes scanning the battlefield. The demons, their numbers seemingly endless, pressed their attack relentlessly, their roars and snarls echoing through the night.
"We have to keep fighting," Brittany said, her voice firm. "We can't let them win."
Marlowe nodded, her resolve hardening. "We won't…"
"Princess Brittany!" The knight's urgent cry pierced through the chaos of the battlefield.
Brittany, her brow furrowed in confusion, turned towards her fellow Cymeria knights. Their faces were etched with fear, their eyes wide with alarm.
"Behind you!" the knight shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of battle.