Thousands of enemies descended upon them like a dark wave, their war cries echoing across the battlefield. Jessamyn, still trembling on the ground, could only watch in awe as Jerrick moved like a force of nature, his sword flashing through the air, obliterating enemies with each swing. His movements were fierce and unrelenting, cutting down anyone who dared approach him.
There was a primal grace in the way he fought, his strikes brutal yet precise, as if the battlefield was where he truly belonged.
The earth trembled beneath her, and Jessamyn's heart skipped a beat. She turned, her breath catching as she saw what was approaching—the ground-shaking arrival of Jerrick's warriors. His elite scorpions. They were as terrifying as their name, covered in black armor that glinted under the pale light, their faces hidden behind menacing helmets.
