Orion's dual-colored eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze colder than ice as he observed the oblivious bandits scattered around the spacious cavern.
The dim, flickering glow from mana crystals cast shadows upon the stone walls, faintly illuminating the sinister scene.
The Lionkin bandits lounged carelessly, their lion tails swishing lazily as they joked crudely, counted stolen valuables, and idly sharpened their weapons, utterly unaware of the deadly storm approaching.
Orion's companions behind him instinctively prepared their weapons and spells, muscles tensed and eyes glowing with light excitement and nervousness.
Nyss silently adjusted her massive scythe, its silver blade gleaming ominously. Emilia's fingertips tightly grasped her spear as she readied herself for the battle ahead.
