The battlefield was a sea of chaos and blood. The sounds of clashing steel, guttural roars, and the hum of magic filled the air. The Warden Guild fought valiantly against the Orc horde, but it was clear that they were outmatched. Ashen's golden eyes scanned the battlefield from above, his wings effortlessly keeping him aloft as he surveyed the scene. His Elemental Staff glowed with power as he unleashed devastating spells from the sky.
Orcs of various ranks charged at the Warden Guild, their grotesque forms barreling forward in waves. Orc Shamans stood at the back, casting dark spells to empower their warriors, while Orc Berserkers swung their massive weapons with wild abandon. Ashen's guild members fought back bravely, but their level disparity was beginning to show. The gap between the levels of the Orcs and his comrades was a challenge they couldn't overcome by pure skill alone.
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