Flame Bear - Part - 3
The tide of battle was slipping from Kadran's grasp.
Slowly… steadily… but unmistakably
He could hear the men around him.
Whimpering.
Praying.
Dying.
His squad, once a disciplined and seasoned fighting force, was fracturing under the relentless assault. The flame bear was no ordinary beast—not some low-level dungeon spawn that could be felled with a few well-timed strikes. No, this was something ancient, something catastrophic. A creature that could raze a village in minutes… and leave a city wounded in its wake.
And here they were—just a single mercenary company, standing between it and devastation.
More soldiers fell. Screams echoed through the forest, cut short by claws or fire. The air reeked of scorched metal and charred flesh. Kadran could do nothing but watch as the ranks thinned. One by one. He was losing them—losing his people, his power, his chance at redemption.
Losing control.
