Sam, ignoring his injuries, unleashed the last of his strength, throwing himself into a desperate fight against the monsters swarming around him.
"This guy's insane!" muttered the scruffy man, his brows furrowed in tension. His eyes darted around, clearly weighing the idea of making a run for it. But the dense jungle was crawling with monsters, all converging on their location. There was no way out.
The younger man beside him looked even more shaken.
"What do we do?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"There's no other choice—we fight our way out!" The scruffy man gritted his teeth, pulling out a dagger. With a grim determination, he too charged into the fray, slashing at the creatures.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Ethan was the undeniable center of attention. Surrounded by countless monsters, he moved like a force of nature, cutting through the mutated fungal creatures as if they were nothing. Each swing of his blade left a trail of destruction.
