As the tension built within the marsh, the new warriors could feel their hearts racing. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they glanced at one another, their confidence wavering. It wasn't the number of monsters that scared them; it was the brutal efficiency of the sanctuary warriors, who were leagues above them in skill. The sanctuary fighters had slain far more creatures, moving like wraiths through the swamp, their movements precise and lethal. The newcomers felt like children watching masters at work.
"We're not going to make it," one of the warriors muttered under his breath, gripping his weapon tighter as his hands trembled.
