Andrew's heart was pounding in his chest as he peered through the thick foliage, struggling to see through the darkness and catch a glimpse of the shadows battling in the distance.
He had been on the run for almost an hour, relentlessly pursued by the five dark elf assassins. He had even devised countless plans to outwit and eliminate them one at a time. But he hadn't been confident enough.
Just when he thought he was out of options, something incredible happened. With just a command from him, Little Raven, his loyal feathered companion, suddenly sprang into action, unleashing a lightning-fast attack that left the five dark elves scattered and defeated.
Andrew stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched the lifeless bodies of his enemies collapse to the ground one by one. The once mighty figures now lay motionless, their once-dominant auras about to be reduced to rotting corpses in the woods.
