The battlefield erupted into chaos as the massive creature, the forest's guardian, barreled through the ranks of the Harrow Clan with unmatched fury. Its roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the very ground beneath Emily's feet. The Harrow warriors, who had moments ago been a coordinated and deadly force, now scattered like leaves in the wind, their faces painted with fear.
Emily could hardly believe what she was seeing. The creature's fur was thick and dark, blending into the shadows of the forest, and its eyes glowed with an ancient, untamed rage. It was unlike anything she had ever encountered—massive, primal, and terrifying.
"Stay focused!" Aiden's voice cut through her astonishment. "We have an opening!"
He was right. The sudden appearance of the guardian had thrown the Harrow Clan into disarray. Warriors who had been so certain of their victory now hesitated, unsure of how to combat the behemoth tearing through their ranks. This was their chance.