Every swing, every hit of their swords brought more pain in his tired arms, legs, and gut. Erys clenched his jaws, wrenched his aching muscles, and gripped his sword tighter as he parried his opponents’ attacks. He could feel his body breaking apart. But he had to keep fighting. The entire realm was counting on them to escape this dungeon and end the war once and for all.
“Curse you! Vile beas—“ The hunter choked more blood as Erys drove the point of his sword through the throat. He swiped the man away and rushed towards the other enemies. Vyseri and Myrdin were still holding off. They’d slain a few and were still struggling.
Erys yelled as he waved his sword to an enemy charging his way. When the hunter blocked his blade, steels sparked against each other. Erys grunted as the heavy impa
