The forest trees parted as the enormous, two-headed ogre stomped into view, each step reverberating through the earth like a drumbeat. Canna's eyes narrowed as he recognized the beast—it was the same ogre he had encountered earlier, now returning with reinforcements. He smirked, tilting his head slightly as if the scene before him was nothing more than a mild amusement.
"You brought friends, huh?" Canna muttered to himself, his voice carrying a casual tone of disinterest.
Behind the two-headed ogre, five more ogres emerged, each of them carrying massive clubs or crude weapons, their beady eyes glinting with malicious intent. Twelve trolls, their grotesque forms towering and misshapen, followed closely, their lumbering steps causing the ground to tremble beneath them. The leader, the mid-calamity rank ogre, had evidently seen Canna as a challenger to his dominance in the forest, and now he had returned with an army.
