Holding his breath, the man watched as the vines lashed his troops, striking with the ferocity of a cornered beast. One by one, they fell, ensnared by the relentless grip of nature's wrath, their bodies dragged down by the unyielding strength of the living tendrils.

Yet, no one perished—the wounds they sustained brought no end. The anxiety that had momentarily seized Ruy vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by a sneer of contempt - this aged horned non-human was no different from the others.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a sinister light, reflecting the flames of the burning village, as if it were a part of him. A smirk twisted his lips as he charged at the giant, his movements fluid and lethal.

The vines surged towa...

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