"Retreat!" Aria Shadowweaver cries, her voice tinged with fear. "We cannot hope to defeat that creature alone. We must regroup and find another way to close the Rift."

Aria's words strike a chord of fear in your heart, but you know she speaks the truth. The towering demon is a formidable foe, and facing it head-on would only lead to certain doom.

"Fall back!" you command, your voice ringing out above the chaos of battle. "We must retreat and find another way to close the Rift. Our lives are valuable, and we cannot afford to throw them away in a futile battle."

With a heavy heart, you and your companions begin to withdraw from the battlefield, fighting off waves of demons as you go. The retreat is grueling, and you can feel the weight of Sir Malachar's sacrifice pressing down upon you.

As you make your way to safety, chaos reigns. Thorne Darkwood is struck down by a barrage of dark magic, unable to move as his life slowly ebbs away. Raven Nightshade, despite her best efforts, becomes surrounded by demons, valiantly holding them off as she buys time for the rest of the group to escape. Aria, too, faces overwhelming odds, her magic flickering as she struggles to hold back the relentless tide of darkness.

With each step, the sounds of battle fade into the distance, replaced by the harsh rasp of your own breath and the pounding of your heart. You glance back one final time, witnessing the valiant sacrifices of your companions, before turning away and fleeing into the darkness.

As you stumble through the night, exhaustion and despair threaten to overwhelm you. You know that your only chance of survival lies in reaching safety before the demons catch up to you. With every ounce of strength you possess, you push forward, driven by the desperate desire to live another day.