The sound of weapons clashing against each other reverberated inside the White Forest.
A horde of Goblins attacked them in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the Warriors of the Allied Tribes were ready for them.
Amidst the chaos that spread in the surroundings, a young man brandished his trident and pierced the chest of a goblin that had lunged at him with the intention to kill.
With a roar of anger and defiance, Ethan pulled back his trident and swung it toward another goblin who had managed to break past the defensive lines of the Allied Tribes.
His face was grim as he pierced the head of the fallen goblin with his trident, which was now soaked with blood.
“Kill or be killed,” Ethan muttered as if it was a Mantra that kept him sane. “Kill or be killed!”
His breathing was ragged, and he was doing his best to fight the fear that was threatening to take over his body. His bloodshot eyes locked onto his next target before thrusting his trident forward.