As the Grade II monster let out a booming roar, signaling to its forest comrades, Aizel's heart skipped a beat.
The ground beneath his feet shook as roars echoed around him. He knew what was coming, and fear crept into his heart. He was alone in the forest, facing hordes of Grade II monsters.
"Fuck fuck fuck! What should I do now?"
The sound of his hurried footsteps ruffled the trees as he dashed towards the forest's edge. His heart plummeted as he approached the clearing, seeing the Bjorn horde coming at him, a chaotic mass of fur and fangs.
The creatures ranged in size and strength; some boasted the ferocity of Grade II monsters while others were low-level.
"It seems I have to fight; there is no choice now," he thought.
His fingers trembled with fear and anticipation as he grasped his sword securely. He knew he was in for a struggle, but he was now determined to meet them head-on since he had no other choice.
