And so the fistfight began, a brutal, primal battle of raw strength. Kent's fists smashed into flesh and bone, his every blow sending shockwaves through the horde. But the beasts were relentless, and Kent could feel his body weakening with each passing moment.
His muscles screamed in agony, his bones creaked under the strain, but still, he fought on. The divine disc, his last line of defense, began to glow with a soft light, sensing his desperation. It slowly emerged from his body, ready to support him.
"No!" Kent roared, gritting his teeth. "Not yet! I won't rely on you! I need to do this on my own!"
With sheer force of will, he pushed the disc back into his body, sealing it away. The pain was unbearable, every nerve in his body on fire, but he refused to give in. He could feel the beasts clawing at him, their teeth sinking into his flesh, their weight pressing down on him. His vision blurred, the world around him fading into a haze of red.
