The Battle At The Bridge

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the land, Arwen and the Guardians found themselves standing at the edge of a vast bridge. It spanned a tumultuous river, its currents fierce and unforgiving. This bridge would be their gateway to the heart of Lord Aldric's stronghold.

The air crackled with anticipation as Arwen clutched her bow tightly, her knuckles turning white. Malachi, his sword gleaming in the fading light, stood beside her, ready to face whatever awaited them. Eldric's staff crackled with energy as he raised it, summoning a protective shield to ward off any dark magic that may come their way.

Suddenly, a rumbling echoed from the distance. Arwen's heart quickened as the sound grew louder, and a cloud of dust approached from the other side of the bridge. Lord Aldric's soldiers, a fearsome army clad in black armor, marched forth with a menacing determination.

"Prepare yourselves," Eldric called out, his voice steady despite the impending danger. "We