With the destruction of the Obsidian Scepter, the dark sorcerer's grip on his army weakened, but the battle for Elandor was far from over. The enemy forces, though diminished, continued their assault with ferocity, driven by a desperate need to reclaim the power they had lost. Draven and Aria fought side by side, their swords flashing as they cut down wave after wave of dark creatures.
The city's walls, though battered, still held strong. The Lionguard and the city's militia fought valiantly, their resolve unbroken despite the overwhelming odds. The Magi unleashed powerful spells, their magic lighting up the night as they battled the dark forces that threatened to overrun the city.
Draven could feel the weariness in his bones, the exhaustion of the battle weighing heavily on him. But he knew that he couldn't afford to rest. The enemy was relentless, and they would not stop until they had taken the city or been destroyed.