Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Asiris desperately searched for his friend Micah, who had been lost in the maelstrom of the war. The cacophony of clashing steel, the cries of soldiers, and the dense foliage hindered his progress.
Asiris traversed the treacherous terrain, weaving and dodging the blades of foes who sought to strike him down. The ground beneath him was soaked with the blood of fallen warriors, the macabre testament to the fierce conflict that raged around him. His urgent calls for Micah echoed through the chaos, but they were met with a disheartening silence.
The woods were a labyrinth of confusion, and Asiris knew he had to find his friend amidst the pandemonium. He couldn't afford to lose Micah, not in this dire hour. His heart raced, and his footsteps were hurried, taking out several of the enemy Ikes along the way.