The air crackled with tension, the sounds of scurrying footsteps and the haunting cries of the Idegen filling their ears. The cityscape, once vibrant and full of life, now stood as a battleground between darkness and hope.
Magic rained down upon the endless horde of Idegen from the upper district.
Gerard's senses heightened as they pushed forward, his instincts guiding him toward the heart of the upper district. The sounds of battle grew louder, reverberating through the streets, accompanied by the occasional flash of magic and the clash of weapons.
"We won't be able to make it inside. They might not care about us right now, but who knows how they'd react once we're in their way," Gerard said.
Gerard turned right and began pushing through the crowd of Idegen creatures, feeling them sap portions of his mana with each touch.
"Then how do you suppose we get to the upper district?" Fae asked, following him with a sense of curiosity.