On the other hand, the armored man stood motionless, his towering figure a silent sentinel amidst the chaos.
Beneath his gleaming helmet, his face was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged and uneven.
Each exhale was heavy, as if the very air itself resisted entering his lungs.
His chest heaved under the armor, his heart pounding so fiercely that it felt like it might burst from his ribcage.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
His vision blurred for a moment, and the relentless drumming of his pulse filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of battle around him.
His heart, racing uncontrollably, seemed to dictate his every thought.
But then, without warning, when his fist connected with Volk, as he sent the Orc horde leader crashing violently into the ground, something shifted.
His heart slowed. A strange calm washed over him.
The beat, once frantic and erratic, now became measured, steady.
