In Highfront, the knowledge of this wider catastrophe only fueled the defenders' resolve. They fought not just for the survival of their beloved city, but also for the flickering hope that somewhere, somehow, others were holding the line against the encroaching darkness. Their struggle was not in vain, for they fought for a future that seemed increasingly bleak—a future where the world might not be consumed entirely by the monstrous wave.
The city army together with the Adventurers continued to fight the horde of monsters. The clash of steel on steel became a horrific symphony, punctuated by the guttural roars of ogres and the panicked shrieks of goblins cut down. Magic spells, dazzling bursts of light and searing bolts of energy, rained down on the attackers, momentarily turning the tide.
Explosion!