The Dark Guild members were hidden in every corner of the factory. Some clung to the iron beams high up in the ceiling, their silhouettes melting into the shadows. Others crouched behind the massive machines, their presence masked by the hum of dormant equipment. A few had even woven illusions over themselves, crafting spells that made them appear as nothing more than stacks of forgotten crates.
When Harvey gave the order, they moved as one.
Dark figures poured from every hiding place, their magic flaring in bursts of shadow. The golden uniforms of the Cerebus Guild, so bright and noble in appearance, betrayed them. The gilded fabric, meant to inspire awe and command authority, now served as beacons, perfect targets for the oncoming storm of spells.
The Cerebus Guild's defenses were strong, bolstered by the combined force of light magic and moon magic. For a time, their radiant barrier held against the first wave. But now, with more firepower raining down, cracks began to appear.
