The battle raged on, the sound of clashing metal and cries echoing through the square. The villagers of Lornwood fought fiercely, their backs pressed against one another as they formed a protective barrier. Emily felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, propelling her forward with every pull of her bowstring.
As dusk settled over the village, the golden light began to fade, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in the chaos. She focused on the dark-haired woman commanding the Harrow Clan, her presence looming like a dark cloud over the battlefield.
"Stay sharp!" Aiden shouted from across the square, his voice rising above the din. He was locked in combat, fending off two attackers at once, but he always kept one eye on Emily.
The sight of him fighting with such determination ignited a fire within her. She needed to reach him, to push back against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf them.