The defenders were starting to realize their command structure was collapsing. Panic spread through the ranks as soldiers witnessed their leaders being systematically eliminated by two demons who fought like living catastrophes.
"HOLD YOUR POSITIONS!" A voice boomed across the ramparts—deeper than human, amplified by what had to be magic. "THEY'RE ONLY TWO! CONCENTRATE FIRE!"
Liam turned toward the voice and saw someone different from the standard Commanders. Taller, more heavily armored, with holy symbols that blazed with actual divine light.
"High Priest," Lilith said, and for the first time since the fighting began, she sounded cautious. "They brought one of their religious elite to the defense."
The High Priest raised his staff, and light erupted across the ramparts—not wild holy fire, but structured, controlled power that created barriers and blessed the defenders around him. Paladins who'd been wavering rallied. Battle-priests who'd been fleeing returned to positions.
