Trapped in the Storm's Embrace          

As Ren, Evie, Elena, and Pamela waited anxiously for Azazel and his warlords to return, the atmosphere inside the inn grew increasingly tense. 

The relentless storm outside showed no signs of abating, the thunder rumbling ominously in the distance.

Suddenly, amidst the roar of the wind and the pounding rain, they heard a faint tinkling sound, like distant bells chiming in the night. 

Curiosity piqued, they ventured towards the window, peering through the rain-streaked glass in an attempt to discern the source of the noise.

Their hearts sank as they caught sight of a procession of Guardians making their way through the town square. Clad in their shimmering armor and bearing glowing orbs of light, they moved with purposeful determination, their movements synchronized as they conducted their search.

"What's going on out there?" Evie asked, though she already had an inkling as to what was happening.