'Foolish. Courage is meaningless in the face of true power. You should have fled while you had the chance.'
Others were less fortunate, their courage failing them. They fell to their knees, begging for mercy that would never come, their pleas cut short by the merciless blades of the Awakened.
"Please, no! I have a family!" one soldier sobbed, but his words were silenced as an Awakened's sword pierced his heart.
Theodor's eyes scanned the battlefield, always alert. He could see the enemy ranks breaking, their formation collapsing under the relentless assault. The screams of the dying and the wounded were deafening, a testament to the sheer power of the Awakened.
'This is how it should be, he thought, his heart pounding with exhilaration. We are superior. They are nothing but vermin, deserving of extermination.'
