The cries of rage, agony, and countless indistinct screams merged into a deafening cacophony, crushing the ears of all present on the battlefield.
The Manticore army was retreating under the relentless assaults of the allied forces, and the latter had no intention of giving them any respite.
Behind them, part of the allied troops was led by an elf riding a white stallion. His emerald eyes and hair shone even more intensely than his white leather armor and the green cape billowing behind him in the wind.
He charged at full speed, and with a fluid motion, he released his first arrow. Carried by a violent gust, it shot forward like a comet, its impact even more devastating.
This elf was none other than Cain, the patriarch of the elven clan. He had stayed away from the battlefield for too long, but today, he intended to fight without restraint.
