Inside the once tranquil city of Glacierfell, the tide of battle had turned grim. The Ice Guards, who had always stood as unwavering sentinels of the city, now bore expressions marred by deepening lines of frustration and fear. Their faces, once the very picture of determination and resolve, now mirrored the despair seeping into their hearts as they faced the unyielding might of the Draconian Zombies.
Amidst the chaos, the leader of the Ice Guards, a man celebrated for his steadfast courage, stood surveying the battlefield. His usual composed demeanor was shadowed by a heavy heart as he watched his troops struggle against the overwhelming force. With a deep, steadying breath, he knew what he had to do.
"Fall back to the inner defenses!" he commanded, his voice a resonant boom that cut across the battlefield. His order, firm and clear, was a beacon in the tumult of war.