At the wall, the once chaotic battle was slowly quieting. Soldiers and mages, worn and battered, were no longer focused on their immediate fights. Their attention was drawn further ahead, where the real spectacle unfolded.
"Is that…" Evelina began, her voice trailing off as her sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure moving within the misty battlefield.
"Jett! It's Jett!" Freya exclaimed, her excitement slipping out before she realized it.
The group turned their attention to the scene ahead, watching Jett wreak havoc across the battlefield. He moved with precision and ferocity, taking down soldiers left and right. Each motion was calculated, yet it was clear he was being pushed to his limits. His attacks, though devastating, were growing more defensive.
"We need to help," Elora urged, her tone serious. "He doesn't even have a weapon. And we still need to get the queen out of there."