"Enough," the fur-cloaked hooded figure said, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
The towering giant halted mid-swing, the massive greatsword still humming with dark energy. Moments ago, he'd been unleashing wave after wave of shadowy blades, each one tearing through the forest with terrifying force—toppling trees and carving deep scars into the land.
But despite the devastation, the two figures darting through the treetops had managed to stay ahead. Barely. One had already lost an arm to a near-miss, but they kept moving.
The hooded man didn't look at the giant again. Instead, his gaze shifted to a group of three armored men nearby.
"Fetch me the heads of those tree-dancing pests," he said, a faint smirk in his voice.
