Breaking through mid-fight

The next wave began with a low, resonating growl that seemed to vibrate through the air. The sea churned violently, its surface breaking apart as more monstrous shapes emerged. This wave was larger, more ferocious, their guttural snarls and eerie cries echoing across the battlefield. 

Aeliana's breath hitched slightly as she gripped the railing tighter. The adventurers and mercenaries responded instantly, their formations shifting with practiced precision as they prepared to meet the oncoming horde. 

She forced herself to tear her gaze away from the young man she had been watching. Her curiosity burned brighter now—if someone like him existed in this chaotic theater, surely there were others. She didn't want to miss them, not when the battlefield was teeming with potential.