The window rattled violently, shaken by the thunderous vibrations of the beasts' approach. Douglas's eyes widened as he watched the horde storm down the road, their eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity. His panting grew more labored, sweat dripping from his chin as he stood frozen, witnessing the terrifying spectacle unfold before him.
His heart skipped a beat as he grasped the hilt of his sword, struggling to keep his legs steady. His mind racing, he thought, "I'm at my limit." The distance between him and the beasts dwindled, mere feet separating them.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a lightning bolt struck the ground, sending dust swirling upward. A dark silhouette emerged from the cloud, illuminated by a subtle blue glow piercing through the smoke. As the dust settled, Zarek stood tall, his eyes locked onto the beasts mere inches from Douglas.
