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Blood mingled with the damp earth, painting the ground crimson as fallen soldiers lay strewn among the twisted roots and tangled undergrowth.

With every swing of our swords, the metallic clang of steel reverberated through the air, drowning out the desperate cries of the wounded and the dying.

But the enemy was relentless, their numbers seemingly endless as they surged forward with reckless abandon. I gritted my teeth against the pain in my leg, pushing through the agony as I slashed and parried, my mind consumed by the primal instinct to survive.

The clash of weapons was deafening, the air thick with the acrid scent of sweat and fear. I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, driving me onward even as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me.

Blood sprayed in all directions, painting the trees and underbrush with gruesome splatters of crimson.

Beside me, Allan fought with equal ferocity, his face contorted into a mask of primal rage as he dispatched our foes with lethal p