The battlefield raged like a storm unending. Cries of warriors clashing steel, roars of beasts, and the cries of the wounded filled the air like a cursed symphony. In the center of this chaos stood Aamir, his breathing heavy but eyes blazing with unwavering determination.
He was drenched in sweat and blood — not all his own — but his spirit hadn't dimmed. Every time he slashed his blade, another enemy fell. But the numbers kept growing.
"Damn… they're endless," Aamir muttered, glancing at the enemy army advancing like a swarm. His gaze hardened. "Seenu! Wait—wait a second. I need backup. I've got something in mind... something that can change everything!"
Seenu, who had just thrown a soldier into the dirt with a fiery punch, turned his head.
"What are you trying to pull now, Aamir?" he asked, breathing hard, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"You'll see. Just give me a minute! Hold the line!"
Seenu gave a tired smile.
"Alright, alright! I've got your back."
