The warriors roared, a little less than a hundred voices rising together, but fear clawed at me like a vise. I clutched my blade until my knuckles turned white, willing myself to focus. This wasn't a mere training drill; this was real. The air crackled with energy, thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline.
We rushed forward, a euphoric feeling pulsing through my chest in rhythm with my pounding heart. Each step brought me closer to the chaos that awaited us, closer to the beasts that prowled the outskirts of our territory. The ground trembled beneath us as we charged, a torrent of determination pushing us onward.
When we collided with the beasts, the chaos began. Each warrior engaged in battle, luring the creatures with sporadic attacks, weaving a dance of danger as they surrounded their foes. "Stay out of our way," the sword wielder of our trio growled, shoving me back with a fierce glare. "When it gets bad, don't expect us to save you."
