Elwin’s cry for help echoed across the battlefield and into the town, now full of monsters. Fraeya still held the last line of defense with their dwindling supply of torches when she heard the call for aid. 

“Our protector has arrived! He must reach us! Until I return, you must hold the line!”

A silhouette of a deer appeared, gliding into the throng of monsters pacing around the perimeter. Fraeya followed, sword sheathed, with a single flame in hand. She noted both Keerla and Beluar had joined her but had no time to offer her regards before leaping over a wild boar and rolling over the back of a bear in pursuit of the ghostly trail.

Never faltering, ignoring her aching muscles and refusing to slow down, Fraeya dodged, leaped, and disregarded the foul beasts that now swarmed her...

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