Liora and Rizki stood amidst the vast and desolate expanse of The Land of Bastion, a place where life and hope seemed to have abandoned. Their journey had been filled with trials and tribulations, preparing them for various battles, but this barren and eerie landscape presented an entirely different threat. It was a realm where malevolent shadows lurked with intent, and danger seemed to creep from every hidden crevice.
With the grace of an elf, Liora's sharp eyes meticulously scanned their surroundings. She counted the shadowy figures looming ominously in the distance, whispering softly under her breath, "One... Two... Three... Four..." Her watchful gaze remained fixed on their adversaries while she unmounted herself from the horse. As swift as the wind, she darted towards the nearest shadowy figure, a grave threat to Rizki, who was busy tending to his wounds with medicinal herbs.