Enzo nodded, gratitude welling up in his heart. He and Charcot stood back-to-back, fending off the relentless waves of enemy attacks. Their coordination was seamless, creating significant chaos among the enemy forces.
However, the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. Even with Charcot's help, Enzo began to feel the strain. Their energy was depleting rapidly, while the enemy's assaults grew fiercer and more relentless.
"It seems we're really going to die here," Enzo said with a wry smile.
Charcot, however, shook his head. "No, Enzo Lord, we won't die. I believe a miracle will happen."
And just then, as if on cue, a miracle did occur. A deafening roar echoed through the sky as a massive battleship appeared above the battlefield. Beams of powerful energy shot from the ship, cutting through the enemy ranks with precision.
