Clearing the field
The battlefield was littered with the corpses of defeated monsters, and Rivyn stood at the forefront of the carnage, his greatsword resting against his shoulder. His presence was overwhelming, a lone figure cutting through the endless tide of beasts with precision and brute force.
From the castle gates, soldiers and knights who had prepared themselves for what they thought would be a grueling battle stood frozen. Their weapons hung limply at their sides, and their faces bore expressions of disbelief and awe. What should have been a bloody, hard-fought war had been reduced to one man's singular conquest.
Rivyn was relentless. His sword cut through monster after monster, their howls silenced in an instant. The soldiers watched as he charged deeper into the fray, his figure growing smaller in the distance but never faltering.
"Is this... real?" one knight finally murmured, his voice trembling.