THIRD PERSON'S POV
The underground bunker trembled as the sound of explosions and gunfire echoed from above. Sky stood alone in the dimly lit corridor, his muscles tensed and his senses sharp. He knew they were coming for him—thousands of enemies, all intent on one goal: eliminating him because he had chosen to side with Demon.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The thought of Demon fueled his determination. He had to hold them off, to give her time, to ensure she remained safe. He couldn't let them get to her.
The third wave of attackers crashed through the entrance, their shouts filling the air. Sky opened his eyes, his expression fierce and resolute. With a roar, he charged forward, meeting the enemy head-on.
The fight was brutal and relentless. Sky moved like a force of nature, his every strike precise and deadly. His fists and feet became weapons of destruction, cutting through the enemy ranks with an almost supernatural efficiency. He could feel the weight of their numbers pressing down on him, but he refused to falter.
One by one, they fell before him, their bodies piling up as he pushed forward. Despite the overwhelming odds, Sky fought with the strength of ten men, driven by a singular purpose. He could feel the exhaustion creeping in, but he pushed it aside, his thoughts focused on Demon and the promise he had made to protect her.
A particularly fierce enemy lunged at him with a knife, but Sky sidestepped and countered with a bone-crushing punch that sent the attacker sprawling. Blood splattered across his face, but he didn’t slow down. Each enemy that fell seemed to be replaced by two more, but Sky kept fighting, his movements fluid and relentless.
Minutes turned into hours as Sky battled wave after wave of enemies. The corridor was a chaos of bodies and blood, but Sky's focus never wavered. He knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a second. Every swing, every kick, was executed with deadly precision. He fought with everything he had, drawing on reserves of strength he didn’t even know he possessed.
But then, he began to feel it—the inevitable toll of fighting an endless wave of opponents. His muscles burned, his breath came in ragged gasps, and he could feel the sharp sting of cuts and bruises all over his body. Still, he pushed on, refusing to give in.
A group of particularly well-trained soldiers moved in, their coordinated attacks pushing Sky to his limits. He parried a strike from one soldier, only to be hit by another. The blows rained down on him, but Sky’s resolve was unbreakable. He roared in defiance, breaking through their ranks with sheer force of will.
The ground beneath him was slick with blood, and Sky’s vision blurred from sweat and exhaustion. He could feel his strength waning, but he refused to let it show. The enemy needed to believe he was unstoppable. He delivered a devastating kick to one attacker’s chest, sending him crashing into a wall, and then turned to face the next.
As he fought, he could hear the distant sounds of more enemies approaching. The sheer number of them was staggering, but Sky's spirit remained unbroken. He dodged a hail of bullets, weaving through the corridor with incredible agility. Using the narrow space to his advantage, he funneled the attackers into choke points where their numbers counted for less.
The air grew thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Sky’s movements slowed slightly as fatigue set in, but he pushed through, driven by the image of Demon and the promise he had made to protect her. Each enemy that fell was a step closer to ensuring her safety.
