The sun glared down on the battlefield, its light bouncing off shimmering blades of grass. A tall, striking figure stood at the center, commanding attention.
His white hair gleamed in the sunlight, framing a face that held both elegance and quiet ferocity. Long, refined rabbit ears, tipped with a faint twitch of alertness, crowned his head, adding an otherworldly charm to his already striking figure.
His crimson eyes glowed faintly, their intense gaze carrying both the wisdom of his trials and the unyielding pride of a being born to lead.
"Bob, block that swing! Hold the line!"
My voice rang out, firm and steady, cutting through the chaos.
The towering ogre roared, its massive club raised high, a weapon capable of reducing anything beneath it to rubble. Bob, my loyal berserker goblin, roared in return, his shield braced against the ground and his axe raised, ready to counter the strike.
