The sudden return of the demon vessels cast a shadow over the worlds that had just begun to taste freedom. The guerrilla fighters, moments ago buoyed by hope and the thrill of rebellion, found themselves exposed and vulnerable under the open sky. The demons, far from engaging the Dawnbreaker in a distant battle, had executed a cunning feint, turning their full might upon those who dared stand against them on the ground.
Aerin, among the trees with her band of elven and human allies, felt a chill run down her spine as she saw the dark silhouettes of the vessels blot out the sun. "Ambush!" she cried, her voice a clarion call that was all too late. The air was rent with the sound of demonic artillery, a cacophony of death that descended upon the fighters with merciless precision.