Ancient Artifact of Gods

With grim determination, Draven unsheathed his dagger, his movements swift and precise. As the grotesque humanoid creatures closed in, he moved with calculated precision, his strikes aimed at incapacitating his foes.

Mathias, on the other hand, was far from composed. His bravado had crumbled in the face of these monstrous adversaries. "Oh, shit! What are these things?!" he shouted, a string of colorful expletives escaping his lips as he swung his weapon wildly.

Draven couldn't help but scold Mathias amid the chaos. "Keep your head, you idiot! Watch your swings!" he snapped, parrying an attack from one of the creatures and then plunging his dagger into its chest, causing it to crumble to the ground.

As another creature lunged at Mathias, he swung his blade desperately, but it was clear he was panicking. Draven leaped forward, dagger flashing, and swiftly dispatched the monster with a lethal strike.