Cheers erupted from the crowd, a chorus of voices rising in unison. Just then, a distant rumble echoed across the plains the unmistakable sound of marching feet. A chill ran down Evelyn's spine as she turned to see dark figures emerging from the treeline, their silhouettes stark against the fading light.
The enemy was approaching.
"Hold your positions!" she commanded, her heart racing. "Stay focused!"
The dark faction marched forward, their cloaks billowing ominously in the wind. At the front stood a tall figure, draped in black, exuding an aura of malevolence. Evelyn's breath caught as she recognized the dark leader from the tales whispered among the people The Shadowmaster.
"Prepare for battle!" Kael shouted, raising his sword high. The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, a palpable tension filling the air.
