Broken stood tall in his full armor, the shiny black metal gleaming as if freshly forged. Beside him, Polly, the four-tailed fox, stood proudly. Her tails fluttered like war banners, ready to signal the start of the battle.
"Alright," he said gravely. "It's time to take on the challenge."
Polly stayed motionless and silent. She seemed to be waiting for his command.
"Are you ready?" Broken asked her softly.
She nodded silently in reply.
"Yeah... being a little dramatic in this kind of situation is alright," he continued. "Let's make every moment count and enjoy each battle as if it were our last!"
His chest heaved up and down as he took a deep breath before dashing forward. He swung his sword fiercely at the boulder ahead several times until it shattered apart and scattered across the ground.
Confused about why no monsters appeared, Broken backed away slowly from the pile of stones. "Where is the damn monster?"
