The days that followed were a blur of battle and exhaustion. Rogue monster activity surged, their attacks becoming more frequent and calculated. The defenders, though tested, rose to the challenge each time. Their bond as a team strengthened with each fight, and their coordination became seamless.
Even George, the most inexperienced among them, began to grow into his role.
In one particularly fierce encounter, George found himself cornered by a massive, reptilian beast with razor-sharp claws. The monster towered over him, snarling with predatory intent. Sweat dripped from George's brow as he gripped his sword tightly, his legs trembling but refusing to give way.
"Come on, George!" Phoenix's voice cut through the chaos. She was battling another monster nearby, but her sharp eyes never left him. "You can do this!"
