The room is filled with the sounds of clanging weapons and shuffling feet as Carson's 50 henchmen charge at us from all directions. Their eyes gleam with a mix of greed and determination, undoubtedly fueled by the promise of gold if they succeed in killing Chris and me. Their expressions are feral, like wolves cornering what they believe to be helpless prey. Little do they know, we're not the easy targets they think we are. We stand our ground, the tension in the air thick enough to slice through. This isn't just a fight; it's a test of survival, a clash of wills, and I can feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
"Water Curtain!" Father's voice rings out, firm and commanding. In an instant, a shimmering wall of water springs up behind us, creating a protective barrier. It rises like a tidal wave, crashing down to encircle us, glistening in the dim light of the room. It's not just water; it feels almost alive, pulsating with an energy that resonates through the air.
