Pain

On the other side of the battlefield, nestled within the dense forest, a shadowy figure perched upon an outer tree branch. The man, with a weathered face that bore the weight of age, observed the chaotic scene unfolding before him. From his vantage point, he witnessed the ebb and flow of the battle, his eyes scanning the clash of forces.

"Heh, in the end, they still have hearts," the middle-aged man murmured under his breath, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. He marveled at the resilience displayed by the fighters below.