Alan spurred his horse, racing through the dense forest with Rose clinging tightly to him. The first light of dawn was breaking, and Alan couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. He hoped he wasn't too late.
Alan's determination to enter the battlefield to save Artorius had met with resistance from Merle and his group of rednecks. They had a different objective in mind – to accumulate as many points as possible, and they made it clear they wouldn't be charging headlong into the fray.
"Remember, don't expect us to dive into battle," Merle had cautioned.
As they approached the edge of the forest, the cacophony of the ongoing battle grew louder, and the acrid scent of blood began to taint the air. It was a grim reminder that they were on the cusp of a dangerous and volatile situation.
