Horus let out a deafening roar, taunting everyone within the vicinity. The mere mortals he once looked down upon were putting up a good fight, and it was really getting under his skin.
The chamber trembled with the force of the battle, and the air was thick with tension. Albrecht, having regained some strength, prepared to continue the fight when he noticed the healer—a young woman with bright eyes and a fierce determination—rushing toward him.
"Heal!" The young healer let out as she waved her staff around, getting dangerously closer to Horus's area.
"Wait!" Albrecht called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. Although it wasn't clear, he knew that if the healer got too close, Horus would be automatically drawn into her, targeting her instead of Albrecht.
The Tank, realizing the danger, shouted as well, "Get back in formation!"
