Apple vs Demonic beasts and A wayvern.

In the heart of the battlefield, a small band of New warriors, led by the enigmatic commander who we know as Apple, stood resolute.

Their names were unknown to all but they will get once if they perform a heroic battle for their Master to see, they were once a legend among the ranks of humanity for their unyielding determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

On this fateful day, They had confront a formidable group of Mutated Bears and a monstrous Demonic Wyvern that threatened to overrun their position.

However it might also be a fate that they will be able to get a name, a identity, A existence that will be written in golden words in history of humanity.

Apple, a figure shrouded in mystery with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of countless battles, issued his orders with a calm and unwavering demeanor.

"Men," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no dissent, "we face a formidable challenge today, one that would make even the bravest hesitate. But we are not ordinary men. We are the nameless, the faceless, The Sons of heaven. and today, we will stand as a bulwark against the tide of darkness."

Nods!

Nods!

His troops, each bearing a mask that concealed their identity, nodded in silent agreement. They were a diverse group, skilled in a myriad of combat disciplines, and their loyalty to Apple was unwavering.

Roaarrrrr!

Grrrrrrrr!

The Mutated Bears, massive and grotesque, charged forward with a deafening roar, their metal-clad claws glinting with deadly intent. They were a formidable force, their numbers outnumbering Apple's band of twenty.

Krrrrr!

Above them, the Demonic Wyvern, a monstrous beast with wings of shadow and eyes that gleamed with malevolence, circled in the sky. It let out an earth-shaking roar, casting a dark shadow over the battlefield.

Apple's troops wasted no time. They moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, each warrior taking up a strategic position. They knew that their strength lay in their unity and coordination.

Swing!

Swoosh!

CLASH!

The first Mutated Bear lunged forward, but Apple's troops were ready. With a coordinated assault, they struck as one, their blades and projectiles finding their marks with deadly precision. The bear fell, its roars silenced forever.

Swoosh!

Fwoosh!

The Demonic Wyvern swooped down from the sky, its massive form casting a shadow over the battlefield. Apple raised his hand, a signal to his archers. With practiced ease, they unleashed a volley of arrows that struck the wyvern's hide, causing it to recoil in pain.

Boom!

Bbbrrrrr!

The ground trembled as the remaining Mutated Bears charged, their ferocity unmatched. But Apple's troops held their ground, forming a defensive line that seemed impervious to the relentless assault. They moved as one, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance of combat.

"Stay together!" Apple called out. "We are the last line of defense!"

The battle raged on, a symphony of violence and valor. Apple's troops fought with unwavering determination, their unity and coordination proving to be their greatest strength.

Grrrrrrrr!

The Mutated Bears, relentless in their fury, pressed the attack, but Apple's troops were unyielding. With each clash of steel against steel, they held their ground, their determination unbroken.

Swish!

Baaam!

The Demonic Wyvern, wounded but far from defeated, unleashed a barrage of dark energy that threatened to engulf the battlefield. Apple's troops scattered, seeking cover behind rocks and trees, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles.

"Focus your fire on the wyvern!" Apple commanded, his voice unwavering despite the chaos that surrounded them. "We must bring it down!"

His archers took aim once more, their arrows imbued with a deadly enchantment that pierced the wyvern's hide. With a final, resounding cry, the monstrous beast fell from the sky, its reign of terror ended.

But the battle was far from over. The Mutated Bears, though diminished in number, continued their relentless assault. With each strike, each clash of steel, Apple's troops fought with a fierce determination that seemed to defy the very limits of their strength.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, Apple's troops stood as a bulwark against the tide of darkness. They were nameless, faceless, the son of heaven working for their Master, The alpha. and their identities were known to none .

With one final, resounding clash of steel against steel, the last of the Mutated Bears fell, its roars silenced forever. Apple and his troops stood victorious, their unity and coordination having carried them through a battle that would be remembered for generations to come.

Clap!

Clap!

Alex clapped at their battle....

" You there.... From now on your name will be Banana, The Balck archer" Alex said while he points his finger to a archer who's face was hidden on a mask but was wearing a Black clock and he used a Black arrow to hit Wayvern.

"And you there... From you You shall be Carrot, The The Golden Archer" Alex said to another one while pointing his finger towards him.

" Thank you Master "They both said while they kneeled.

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