The battle within Leonora descended and became far more desperate. The defenders still fought with everything they possessed.
The knights continued charging into the streets to intercept newly emerging creatures while mages unleashed powerful attacks that lit entire districts with flashes of fire, lightning, and arcane energy.
From a distance, it might have appeared that the defenders were holding their ground to some degree. But those who stood on the battlefield understood the truth that their bodies were reaching their limits.
Hours of continuous combat had drained them. Their armor was dented and stained with blood. Their Magic energy was running dangerously low.
Many of the soldiers carried wounds that should have forced them into medical tents long ago, but they remained in the fight because there was nobody left to replace them.
Then the inevitable began happening.
