Meanwhile, the Skyclaw Brotherhood was locked in a desperate fight against the unrelenting wave of Pig Orcs.
Their wings flapped furiously as they darted through the maze, trying to put distance between themselves and the monstrous Minotaur.
Flap! Flap! Flap!
The air was thick with the sounds of battle—metal clanging, magic crackling, and the fierce grunts of the Pig Orcs as they lunged forward, massive axes swinging through the air.
Velros led his warriors, casting wind magic that made them faster than the Minotaur, but the enemy Pig Orcs seemingly have an endless number and made them tired, causing his brothers to fall one by one.
Velros could see it—the slow, painful decline of his Skyclaw Brotherhood.
"Don't give up!"
He tried to raise their morale.
"We will get through this and win this event!" he added.
Suddenly, his eyes would flicker as he saw one of his brothers fall down.