The Battle of Aetheris

The sun had just begun to rise, casting a warm glow over the city of Aetheris as the first wave of the Order of Shadows surged forward. The clash of steel and the roar of battle cries filled the air, echoing through the ancient streets and stone walls. Alaric stood at the northern gate, his sword raised high, ready to face the oncoming onslaught.

"Hold the line!" Alaric shouted, his voice booming over the cacophony of battle. "We will not let them breach our defenses!"

Adrian stood beside him, his eyes sharp and focused. "They're coming in fast. We need to be ready for anything."

The first wave of attackers crashed against the city's defenses, a tide of darkness and malevolent energy. Alaric swung his sword with precision, cutting down the first enemy to reach him. Beside him, Adrian fought with equal ferocity, his movements fluid and deadly.