(Jev's POV)
The rain poured down in sheets, blurring the jungle's edges into a waterlogged haze.
As I took command of the eastern flank, I felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders like the sodden cloak I wore.
These young defenders, their faces taut with barely contained panic, looked to me for direction, and I knew I couldn't let them falter.
I scanned the terrain quickly, the layout of the land coming to me as naturally as breathing.
"Here," I thought, "we'll make our stand."
Positioning us near a natural choke point created by a fallen giant tree and a rocky outcrop, I knew we could neutralize the advantage of the beast tide's numbers.
"Form up," I barked, my voice cutting through the din of the storm and the approaching snarls.
"Shields to the front, spears ready. Make every strike count."
