Hellion, a man of action, mirrored Lily's frustration. His growl echoed Lily's click, a sound that resonated with barely contained aggression. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, blazed with a fiery intensity as he gripped his massive broadsword.
"Lily," he rumbled, his voice tinged with worry, "are we really letting him waltz in there alone? What if…"
His question hung unfinished in the air, a testament to the unspoken trust, and perhaps even a hint of fear, they held for Orpheus.
Lily met his gaze head-on. Her expression hardened, the playful glint in her eyes replaced by a steely resolve.
"There's no turning back now," she stated, her voice firm despite the tremor that ran through her.
They were hopelessly outnumbered, facing a horde of hulking brutes fueled by primal rage. Their strength, both physical and magical, paled in comparison to the raw power the trolls possessed.
