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And so, I pressed on, battling one beast after another, my sword cutting through the air with unyielding resolve.

Each encounter blurred into the next, the roars and snarls of the creatures merging into one another.

My muscles ached, my breath came in ragged gasps, but still, I fought.

Time lost all meaning as I became a relentless force, striking down beast after beast until their numbers no longer mattered—until I could no longer remember how many had fallen by my hand.

Just as I delivered the final blow to the hog, its body collapsing lifeless at my feet, a strange sensation washed over me—an urgent pull deep in my chest.

My breath caught in my throat, and before I could even think, my instincts took over.

An inexplicable force compelled me to search for Damon, as if something in the very air around me was whispering his name, urging me to find him without delay.

By now, the drizzle had begun, transforming the once-dry landscape into a patchwork of shimmering, wet surfaces.

Tiny droplets fell from the overcast sky, tapping lightly on the ground and creating a soft, persistent patter.

The air grew cooler, and the scent of rain mingled with the earthy aroma of the dampened earth, adding a melancholic note to the battlefield.

I lifted my gaze and scanned the chaotic battlefield, my eyes darting through the haze of smoke and the shifting shadows of combat.

The roar of battle and the clash of steel were a distant murmur in my ears as my focus narrowed.

It didn't take long for my eyes to catch sight of someone amid the chaos.

Prince Juan was hard to miss, his figure standing out as he fought off a group of beasts, his royal robes now drenched and heavy with the rain.

Despite the downpour and the relentless assault, he moved with skill and precision

My eyes widened in alarm as I swept my gaze around Prince Juan, desperately searching for any sign of Damon.

Despite my frantic scanning, Damon was nowhere to be found.

The space around Prince Juan was teeming with combatants and beasts, but there was no sign of my charge.

I looked around, my mind racing with possibilities.

Perhaps Damon had strayed from Prince Juan's side while the battle raged on.

It was possible he had been separated during the chaos, wandering into another part of the battlefield or becoming lost amidst the shifting tides of combat.

I scanned the surrounding area, hoping to catch sight of him among the tangled mass of warriors and beasts.

But he wasn't anywhere on the battlefield.

Despite my frantic search, the area around Prince Juan remained a swirling vortex of combatants, but Damon was nowhere to be seen.

The rain continued to fall, mingling with the blood and mud underfoot, and the visibility was growing poorer by the second.

My desperation mounted as I scanned every corner, every shadow, hoping for a glimpse of him.

The absence of his familiar figure among the chaos was a growing knot of anxiety in my stomach, each passing moment deepening my fear that he might be in grave danger or worse. Explore more at empiren/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

I began to move through the battlefield, looking for him.

By now, the evening had deepened, and the fading light was giving way to an encroaching darkness.

The sky, once a muted gray, had turned into a canvas of deepening blues and purples, streaked with the last remnants of daylight.

The shadows grew longer and more ominous as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a veil of gloom over the battlefield.

The dimming light made it increasingly difficult to see, the once-clear outlines of figures now shrouded in darkness.

The chill of the approaching night seeped into the air, adding a sense of urgency to my search as the day's fading light threatened to obscure my search for Damon even further.

The leaves of the trees rustled softly in the evening breeze, their whispering sound adding an eerie undertone to the growing darkness.

The gentle swaying of the branches seemed almost too serene against the backdrop of the battlefield's chaos.

Alongside this, the distant chirping of birds—normally a comforting sound—created a disconcerting contrast.

Their calls, though peaceful in nature, took on an unsettling quality amidst the tension and gloom, their melodies intertwining with the remnants of conflict to produce a disquieting harmony that set my nerves on edge.

As I continued my search, I made sure to check every corner and alleyway, my eyes constantly scanning for any hint of Damon.

The quiet of the evening seemed to deepen as I ventured further into the town, each step taking me farther from the battlefield's din.

It was then, as I strayed into a more secluded part of the town, that I felt it—a sudden, unnerving prickly sensation creeping up my spine.

It was a feeling I knew all too well, a gut instinct that always signaled the presence of a Titan nearby.

The sensation was accompanied by a cold shiver, as if the air itself had become charged with a malevolent energy.

My heart raced, and I paused, straining my senses to detect any sign of the massive threat that lurked in the shadows.

The mud squelched and clung to my boots with each hurried step, the thick, sticky earth seeming to slow my progress as if resisting my urgency.

Undeterred, I quickened my pace, the weight of the muck only spurring me on to search more fervently.

Every step felt labored as I pushed through the mire, my senses heightened and my focus razor-sharp.

My heart pounded in sync with my rapid footsteps, each splash of mud a reminder of the growing danger and the need to find Damon before it was too late.

A troubling thought suddenly surfaced at the back of my mind, causing a pang of panic to grip my chest.

What if Damon's disappearance and the unsettling presence of the Titan were somehow linked?

The idea sent a chill down my spine, intensifying my sense of urgency.