Lucius advanced cautiously with his sword drawn, prepared to react to any sudden movements.
He gestured for the others to stay calm and not act rashly before they were attacked, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Lily next to him scanned each member of the opposing group, searching for something.
The enemies surrounding them maintained their silence, their unwavering gazes locked firmly onto him.
Under the dim, flickering light of the torches that surrounded them, the scene took on an eerie stillness.
The enemy forces appeared as if they were nothing more than statues, their unrelenting gaze fixed on Lucius and his group.
The only sounds that filled the air were the echoing footsteps, the soft hiss of the flickering flames from the torches, and the rhythm of their breathing.
Halting a few meters away from their enemies, Lucius surveyed his surroundings, turning his head from left to right with his hand firmly on his sword.
