"There they are!" shouted one of the palace soldiers, pointing sharply toward the tower entrance. The four of Khan's guards posted at the door immediately braced themselves, shifting into defensive positions as the echo of shouting filled the narrow stone corridor.
Ren's brow furrowed, and he quickly ducked behind a weathered wooden beam for cover. "Hey! How exactly are we supposed to fight them without blowing up this entire fortress?" he called out, eyes sweeping across the enemy formation as it advanced in tight lines.
"We'd better fall back inside," one of his teammates suggested, voice tense. "The narrow hall will limit how many of them can attack at once."
Ren glanced at the dark hallway behind them. "That's true, but it could also be a trap. If the exit gets blocked, we're buried alive."
"If you've got a better plan, say it now!" barked Darek, already halfway into raising his sword, urgency thick in his tone.
