The world around me was chaotic. A blur of motion, slashes of light, the screech of metal on metal, the screams of rogues trying to hold their ground. I couldn’t tell who was fighting who anymore. It was all just a mess—too much, too fast.
I felt the weight of the world pressing on me. Every breath was heavy, every movement sluggish. The enforcers were relentless, closing in on us from every direction. The camp was no longer just a fight for survival; it was a fight for something deeper. Something I didn’t have words for.
I moved instinctively, dodging a blade that came at me too fast, sidestepping another enforcer as he lunged. My heart was hammering in my chest, every breath strained, but my body was on autopilot. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think. I just moved, doing everything I co
