In a land of broken dreams, only the brave dare to rise.
Zach, the brave leader of the Renaissance band, fights against the seven kingdoms-Drakonium, Aetheria, Sunridge, Oakridge, Solaria, Aurelia, and Elysium. Together with his loyal friends, who a...
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The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield.
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The sky was an angry blend of red and bruised orange, casting an eerie light on the scene.
Nert's breath came in ragged gasps as he braced himself, bloodied and weary, against the relentless wave of bandits swarming toward them.
Beside him, Jiighual raised his massive pavise shield, gritting his teeth as he took the brunt of incoming blows.
Together, they had felled dozens of these bandits—
But the crowd showed no sign of thinning.
For every one they struck down, it seemed three more took his place.
Nert clenched his jaw, swinging with desperate strength, his fingers raw from clutching his weapon.
Every grapple and strike felt heavier, his muscles screaming for rest that he knew wouldn't come.
As another bandit lunged, he twisted the attacker's arm, a sickening snap echoing as the man collapsed to the ground.
But he could barely savor the small victory—
There was no time.
They were drowning in numbers.
Glancing at Jiighual, he could see his companion's exhaustion mirrored in his eyes, his breath haggard as he used his shield to batter away yet another wave.
The two shared a silent moment of understanding—
No words needed to pass between them.
They knew they were near their limits.
As they fought, memories began surfacing, unbidden.
Flashes of past battles, all as brutal and unrelenting as this one.
Moments where he had clung to life, each scar telling its own grim tale.
