The Halfling captain raised his sword high.
"HOLD OUR GROUND—UNTIL REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE!"
"YES, CAPTAIN!" The soldiers echoed back with force, gripping their weapons tighter.
The battlefield churned with chaos, but the Halfling formation held strong.
On the rear flank, a Halfling priest stood atop a small rock formation, arms lifted high. His robes billowed in the wind as he began a powerful chant.
"O light of the roots, shield our hearts and flesh—Sanctum Aegis!"
A soft golden glow spread from his staff, forming a shimmering barrier dome around the forward lines—protecting the shield units from incoming mana arrows and buying time for recovery.
Meanwhile, healers dashed between the fallen, placing glowing hands over wounds and pouring in life mana. Some soldiers stood back up, gritting their teeth and returning to the front.
"Get back in line! We need everyone holding the gate!"
