The battle raged on. Darel's brow furrowed deeper as he watched the eight adventurers hold their ground. They were strong, far stronger than expected.
His plan for a quick ambush had turned into a prolonged war of attrition. Gritting his teeth, he glanced toward the distant trees.
"This is taking too long. The monsters will come soon!" he thought, unease clawing at his chest.
His instincts screamed of danger a second before it happened.
A figure burst through the mist with sword raised high. It was Hund who was charging with wild determination. His blade shimmered with a vivid blue glow that was unmistakably a Magic weapon.
Darel's eyes widened for a split second before he snarled, lips peeling back to show his teeth. No more underestimating them.
He raised his own sword. Its surface beginning to pulse and shimmer with blue light. Magic surged through his weapon, the glow intensifying until it gleamed like a blade of solid energy that closing the real blade.
