The enclave courtyard roared with the chaos of battle, crimson mist creeping through shattered stonework, blood orbs humming in the distance, their impacts melting stone like wax.
Veilbound sorcerers atop the ridge chanted, their crimson robes tattered, arms raised in a guttural hymn to the Crimson Veil.
Shadow-beasts scuttled through the red fog below, their serrated claws slicing the air, drawn to the faltering Lysaran defenses.
The village clung to the glowing cliffside, its sigils pulsing faintly, a defiant wound against Vyrneth's corruption.
Leon stood at the courtyard's edge, his linen cloak flaring behind him, his reforged dagger glinting at his belt.
His wind and light magic pulsed steady, trained through Terya's and Lysette's guidance, though the Veil's oppression weighed on his core.
