The next day arrived, and the players were meticulously positioned in their designated formations, silent anticipation filling the air as they awaited the impending battle that would soon commence.
Xin could feel the tension mounting, the atmosphere charged with the rising heat of the moment. The Castle of Doom stood as a foreboding backdrop, its towering structure casting shadows that seemed to amplify the gravity of the impending conflict.
As the clock struck zero, signaling the commencement of the battle, a palpable shift occurred in the air. The once serene environment transformed into one of decay and impending doom.
At a distance on the field, legions of undead and skeletons materialized.
This time, however, there was a stark difference –– they were clad in armor and wielded weapons designated by their respective classes.
