One of the white-robed guards lunged first, blade flashing.
Myles turned the attack aside with negligent ease, sending the man skidding backward on his heels.
Around them, bodies from the Nethergate Sect already littered the ground, some still, some groaning. The few left standing clutched wounds that bled as fast as their courage.
"At this rate, we're finished!" someone cried, voice cracking under terror.
Rowena's eyes narrowed. She knew the battlefield's tide needed turning, now.
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