Screams echoed through the streets of Eldrin Town, smoke rising and flames crackling as chaos unfolded. A horde—unrelenting, overwhelming—descended upon the town from all directions.
Wolves with bloodstained fur, goblins shrieking with jagged blades, skeletons clattering in rusted armor, ogres roaring with brutish rage—the monsters came in waves, an unnatural alliance of death and destruction.
Adventurers, both seasoned and new, had formed a desperate frontline. Clashes erupted as swords clanged, arrows flew, and magic illuminated the dusk-stained sky. But the horde seemed endless. No matter how many fell, more surged forward.
Just as panic threatened to consume the defenders, an azure aura rippled through the battlefield—like a tide pushing back the darkness.
A commanding voice echoed:
"Azure Vortex: Cleaving Tempest."
