Ethan and his companions found themselves on the precipice of a chaotic battlefield, a tumultuous clash between man and lizard men.
The relentless pounding of their boots against the uneven ground sent vibrations reverberating through the earth, mirroring the pounding of their hearts in their chests.
Each member of their valiant group gripped their weapons with white-knuckled determination, their faces etched with a mix of resolve and fear.
Beasts, fierce and loyal, stood by their sides, their eyes aflame with the same unwavering determination that burned within their human counterparts.
Ryan, his face betraying a hint of doubt, held his spear and shield at the ready, the gleam of steel reflecting the harsh sunlight. His breaths came quick and heavy as he surveyed the sea of oncoming lizard men.
"Oh boy, you sure we got this? They are surprisingly many," Ryan spoke, his voice quivering beneath his brave facade.
