Kingsley and his team advanced steadily across the battlefield, their formation unbroken amidst the chaos.
Unlike many of the scattered soldiers around them, they had chosen unity over dispersion, moving as one.
At the forefront, Reynold surged ahead, his rapier slicing through the air with precision.
A shimmering layer of aura enveloped both his body and blade, amplifying his every movement with deadly grace.
Reynold panted heavily, his breath ragged as he ducked, blocked, parried, and deflected with desperate precision.
Blades and spells came at him from every direction, a relentless onslaught.
An attack surged from behind, too sudden, too fast. His reaction lagged by a heartbeat.
But before the strike could land, a radiant barrier flared to life behind him, intercepting the blow with a thunderous impact.
The force reverberated through the shield, causing it to tremble violently.
