'Damn it, you bastards. Wake up,'
Sven growled under his breath, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. He sent a jolt of lightning crackling towards Blaze and Hilde, the electric energy illuminating their unconscious forms in a desperate attempt to revive them.
Meanwhile, Arlo was locked in a fierce combat with Evander, every muscle in his body straining, veins bulging under the exertion as he tried to keep the formidable opponent at bay until Blaze and Hilde regained consciousness.
Arlo wasn't aiming for victory. His only goal was to buy time, precious seconds ticking away until Blaze and Hilde were back on their feet. But escape was no longer an option; that path had been sealed off long ago, blocked by the towering figure of Evander.
"RUMBLE!"
The sky echoed with the sound of thunder, a testament to Sven's growing desperation.
"Wake up, wake up,"
