In a dusk-lit meadow, five figures stand shoulder to shoulder, shooting nervous glances at the darkness beyond the trees. They know that the monster is coming. They can smell the sulphur, hear the ominous wind raised by its bat-like wings. But they are not afraid. The wizard grips his jeweled staff as a hulking construct steps up to protect him. The druid summons the power of lightning, her purple hair standing up. The warlock begins to melt into the shadows, ready to strike. When the towering devil steps into the meadow, fire trailing on its heels, they know this can be their last battle, but they are ready.
