As the cacophony of growls, snarls, and screeches grew closer, Loid tensed, acutely aware of the Ragler horde advancing towards them. Inside the shelter, River methodically prepared his sword, casting a concerned glance towards another room. Through the dim light, he could see Salazar, weakened and pallid, lying on a makeshift bed.
With a sense of urgency, River turned to Kokka, his voice resolute. "This place is our last stand. We need to defend it with everything we have." Taking a deep breath, he moved decisively towards the entrance, hand resting firmly on the door handle.
A worried voice interrupted him. A woman, her eyes filled with apprehension, cautioned, "Venturing out there is sheer madness!" Loid, however, looked assured. "They're well-armed with swords. Trust them, Nicole." She hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly.
