Sharon moved with purpose, each swing of her sword accompanied by the sound of metal clashing or the heavy thud of an enemy body hitting the ground. The battlefield was chaos. The cloaked enemies surged forward in relentless waves, their movements well-coordinated, as though they shared a single mind, each advance more precise than the last. The air buzzed with the crackle of magic and the shouts of combat, creating a deafening symphony of destruction.
Sharon gritted her teeth as another wave rushed them. Her body moved automatically, blocking an incoming blade and pivoting to drive her enhanced sword into the next attacker. Each strike felt heavier, each dodge a little slower. The armor and weapon Draven had enhanced for her were doing their job, making her stronger, faster. But the enemies were endless, and her strength wasn't.
