Rain Fire!

The night was pitch black as Everlight braced itself for the onslaught. The sounds of armor clinking and swords being sharpened filled the air as the members of the Order prepared for battle. Fiona's plan to evacuate the citizens had been successful, and now it was up to us to hold the city gates against the approaching enemy.

Gwendolyn stood inside a tower atop the wall, her sword at the ready, as she surveyed the scene before her. Sir Michael stood beside her, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The rest of the men lined the walls, their faces grim but determined as they awaited the enemy's arrival.

"We've trained for this," Gwendolyn said, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We know what's at stake. We can't afford to let them breach the gates."

Sir Michael nodded in agreement, his expression resolute. "They won't get past us," he said, his voice firm. "We'll hold the line, no matter what."