Chapter 427

From the battlements, the Ereians, their faces grim and resolute, strained to hear the sounds of battle from within the city. The air thrummed with the clash of metal, the thunder of magic, and the guttural roars of the unknown creatures. Each reverberation, each echo, carried the weight of a thousand souls, a thousand destinies hanging in the balance.

Queen Elara, her hair flowing like a river of light, stood at the forefront of the defense. Her eyes, usually filled with indifference, were now steely with determination. Her sisters stood by her side, their bows poised and their faces etched with the same fierce resolve.

"Where did these spawns came from?" one of them whispered, her voice barely a murmur in the commotion of the fight.

"The palace," Syvis replied, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of change.

"What? How?" the powerful archers all exclaimed in confusion.