The Turning Point
The air reeked of burning wood and the acrid tang of blood, thick with the unshakable weight of desperation. The rebels were giving everything they had, but we were being pushed back, step by step. The golem loomed over us, an unstoppable force of destruction. Every swing of its massive arms sent tremors through the ground, tearing through our defenses like brittle paper. Men and women were thrown aside like ragdolls, their screams blending with the clang of steel and the violent hum of magic crackling in the air. Chaos consumed the camp.