Meanwhile, at the heart of the melee, Dahlia, Kaelden, and Daisey, still grouped in a formation of iron, advanced through the burning fortress. Their footsteps echoed on unstable ground, while behind them, soldiers fell, each holding onto a fierce determination until the end.
Dahlia, panting, cast worried glances toward the western wall, where the defensive line still held. We have to hold… at all costs, she thought. Every swing of her halberd against the assailants fueled her rage to protect those who remained. The pain of her wounds mixed with a fury that knew no limits.
She benefited from her affinity with fire, granting her a certain resistance to heat, like most of the demons fighting alongside her. She regretted that she was the only one among her own soldiers capable of fighting in the midst of these glowing flames.
