The attack moved swiftly, bending time and space along its path.
Reality rippled like water disturbed by a stone, colors bleeding and twisting in unnatural ways.
Everyone swallowed hard, knowing some wouldn't survive the attack.
Deep down, the soldiers all prayed they would be the ones to survive ahead of their comrades.
It was a silent, desperate plea, born from the raw instinct of self-preservation amid the looming threat.
Selfish of them, but it was the inevitable prayer they all had, flickering through their minds like shadows in the dim light.
"Brace yourselves! Do not cower and hold firmly!" the captain yelled at the defenders standing in front to tank the attack as the attack drew infinitely close.
His voice strained, veins bulging in his neck from the effort.
"Tsk. Guess not. I was beginning to believe I would succeed on the first try thanks to you lot acting all sentimental and all," Aaron said.
