The full moon hung overhead, casting a silvery glow upon the dryad tribe, which was slowly being reduced to ruins.
Aeryn's breaths came out in ragged gasps as she clutched in her hand the broken remnants of her metallic wooden sword. She gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on the dark swords hovering around her and her sister, who sat on the floor behind her, gasping for air as she bled out from her tigh.
Aeryn mused inwardly, her gaze lingering on the hovering dark silver swords covered in Akun's aspect power. "With the way things are going, I don't think either my sisters or I are getting out of this alive. Although I've been trying to hide it, I sprained my ankle as I was evading all of those swords that came flying at me earlier. It happened because I misplaced my step on a piece of rubble."
Sweat streamed down her face as she wondered what her next move would be, and the pressure was on her to make a quick decision.