Road Block

Emir wore a serene smile on his face, like that of a child, an expression that contrasted sharply with the chaos around him.

He stood his ground, surrounded by monstrous creatures the size of trucks.

Many were even bigger.

His twin swords, caked in dark blood, remained as sharp and unyielding as the relics they were supposed to be.

To his left stood Lyra, her once-white hair stained with blood of all kinds, her gauntlet blades gleaming under the moonlight.

Between them was Emma, her tired eyes barely visible under her dirty blonde hair.

"EMIR! WHAT DO WE DO?! WE'RE SURROUNDED!"

He shrugged his shoulders and stepped in front of them.

"We're not surrounded… We can simply attack in every direction."

[Lyra now!]

"OBSIDIAN SHROUD!"

The battlefield, already dark, turned even darker as shadows emerged from the ground, swallowing them whole and blocking out the moon's light.