“Then let me die! Kill them all!” Jared roared, completely deaf to any attempts to stop him.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Madman swung his longsword, each slash cleaving enemies clean in two.

Despite his valiant efforts, the sheer number of adversaries was overwhelming. His battle-axe was drenched in fresh blood, and his body bore multiple wounds.

Blood poured from his injuries, staining his clothes red. Sweat and blood mixed, running down his face and dripping to the ground.

Eason wasn’t doing any better. His breathing had grown rapid and heavy.

The soldiers of Rhino City, once brimming with morale, had it worn down by the endless tide of enemies.

Their injuries multiplied, and their strength was nearly depleted. The weapons they held felt increasingly heavy, with each swing seeming to consume all the energy they had left.