When the onslaught of monsters descended upon me, my surroundings blurred with each frantic movement.
Every swing of my sword sent waves of agony coursing through my arms, as if they were weighed down by lead.
Each step forward felt like traversing a field of razor-sharp thorns, and every breath I drew seemed laced with the deadliest of poisons.
Even the simplest of actions, like blinking, elicited searing pain, but I pushed through it all, knowing that stopping meant certain death.
"Haa!!"
With a primal roar, I cleaved through the two red panthers that leapt towards me.
Time seemed to lose meaning in the chaos of battle—had it been minutes or hours since it began? I couldn't tell.
My only focus was on wielding my sword with swift precision, striking out in every direction where I sensed the presence of the monstrous foes.
