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With a unified roar, the goblin and ogre warriors surged forward, their feet pounding the earth as they rushed toward the abyssal army. The archers on the rooftops released a volley of arrows that arced through the sky, raining down on the demons with deadly precision. Below, the spearmen advanced with disciplined steps, their formation unbroken as they moved to meet the enemy head-on.

The small goblins, now invisible to the naked eye, slipped past the main forces, their daggers glinting as they closed in on the slingshots and the huge imps defending them.

The tower master, witnessing the scene from afar, stood up with rage-filled eyes. "No, you brute!" he shouted, but it was already too late as the two armies clashed.