Merciless (1)
As morning broke, an unsettling silence fell over the swamp. The only audible sound was the mournful wind weaving its somber song through the skeletal trees. The place seemed eerie more than usual thanks to a rhytimc metallic sound.
Amid this desolation, a group of heavily armored warriors cautiously traversed the treacherous terrain. Dressed in striking crimson and silver armor that gleamed ominously, they carried dark-hued longswords and spears, radiating an air of menace. Tension hung heavy among them, an unspoken weight bearing down on their collective shoulders.
Despite hours of marching through the swamp, their unwavering focus never wavered. Their faces bore expressions of resolute determination, reflecting both their discipline and the seriousness of their mission. With steadfast resolve, they pressed forward through the ominous wilderness in complete silence.