She holds the pendant aloft, her voice rising in a resonant chant that echoes across the battlefield.
"By the ancient covenant of Ordeya, I call upon the sacred light. Let the bonds of our ancestors awaken and shield us from despair."
The pendant begins to levitate, spinning rapidly as beams of light shoot out in all directions. A brilliant magic circle materializes above the city, its intricate patterns glowing with golden energy. The circle expands, encompassing the entire city in a protective aura.
A surge of power washes over the defenders. Wounded soldiers feel their strength returning, their fatigue melting away. Mages, previously drained, find their mana reserves replenished, their spells casting with renewed vigor. Archers and swordsmen alike feel lighter, faster, more precise.
On the front lines, Medren watches in awe as the tide begins to turn.
