Desperation

Deep within the forest, far from Orion's desperate struggle, another fierce confrontation raged. The moon cast soft light onto a clearing, illuminating the combatants locked in mortal combat.

Edgar faced the kidnapper leader and his vice-leader, his cold eyes calmly assessing the foes who stood opposite him.

The kidnapper leader, a tall, old, imposing figure clad in dark armor, brandished a spear that radiated with a menacing aura.

His vice-leader stood slightly behind, adorned in robes interwoven with verdant runes, staff raised and eyes flickering with alert cunning.

The wood-element mage stood poised, ready to unleash spells of devastating power at any moment.

Edgar's expression was stone-cold, unmoved by their intimidating presence. He held his blade loosely, the weapon's black surface glinting ominously under the fractured moonlight.

When he finally spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, resonating icily across the clearing.