Damien surged forward, his legs coiling like springs as he pushed off the ground with every ounce of strength he could muster.
The air roared past his ears as he sprinted toward the Lifefruit tree which was eighty meters away from his position.
His boots pounded against the dirt, barely making a sound despite the chaotic battlefield. The clash of steel and bone faded into the background as his focus tunneled on the lush green fruit hanging tantalizingly in the distance.
Seventy meters...
The warriors were too engrossed in their deadly struggle to notice the lone figure darting toward the tree. Damien weaved through the scattered debris of the battlefield—splintered shields, broken weapons, and blood-soaked dirt.
Fifty meters...
His heart pounded like a war drum, matching the frenzied rhythm of the battle. He risked a glance to his right.