Klaus fought with every ounce of strength he could muster, but the pain from his rib injury was relentless, gnawing at him with each breath. Despite the adrenaline surging through his veins, the wound refused to heal quickly. Every movement was agony, as if a searing hot knife was being twisted in his side. Each time he swung his weapon or dodged an attack, he felt the sharp jolt of pain shoot through his body, threatening to cripple him.
The weight of the dead also bore heavily on his shoulders. The faces of those who had fallen before him flashed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the lives lost in the battle against the monstrous figures. Their sacrifices fueled his determination, but they also added an emotional burden that weighed him down, making every swing of his weapon feel heavier.
