A few days later, the air crackled with anticipation and a grim determination. The Eloriath Kingdom's forces, a vast assembly of knights in shining armor, robed mages wielding staves crackling with power, and determined soldiers gripping their weapons, stood poised for the assault. The Demon Fortress, once the proud Verdant Dawn Academy, loomed before them, its once familiar architecture now twisted into grotesque shapes, pulsating with an ominous dark energy.
As the vanguard of the Eloriath forces surged forward, a collective gasp rippled through the ranks, particularly among the mages. Dozens of Demonic Magic Circles, etched in glowing crimson lines upon the fortress walls and the surrounding grounds, pulsed with malevolent energy.
"By the Radiant God…" Archmage Gideon Thorne muttered, his usually composed face etched with concern. "Look at the sheer number of them."
