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Just about ten steps away from leaving the forest, Feren and Edric finally felt a hint of relaxation. Although they continued to tread cautiously, the tension on their faces seemed to ease. They slowly made their way towards the edge of the forest, each step filled with anticipation and hope. Feren imagined the moment of walking out of the forest, while Edric took a deep breath, as if trying to dispel the cold atmosphere of the forest.
However, fate seemed to have other plans for them to smoothly escape their predicament. At this crucial moment, a sudden, urgent rustling sound came from the nearby trees, resembling a wolf's howl in the dark night, causing their hearts to tremble. It seemed like something was rapidly approaching them, with each sound quickening their heartbeats and causing their palms to sweat.
Edric’s warrior instinct immediately told him that this was far from a good omen. His eyes instantly became sharp and cold, his muscles tensed in preparation for any sudden developments. He shouted for Feren to run quickly, then swiftly turned to face the rapidly approaching unknown threat. His voice echoed through the jungle, but his gaze remained firm and calm, devoid of fear.
Feren was startled by Edric’s shout, but he quickly reacted, no longer hesitating, and ran towards the edge of the forest. He knew that every second counted at this moment, any hesitation could cost him his life. Besides panic, his heart was filled with concern for Edric, but he also knew that the only thing he could do now was to follow Edric’s instructions and quickly leave this land of death.
In the face of sudden danger, Edric's fear was instantly replaced by a surge of hot blood and courage. The wooden stick in his hand was as firm as his will, with only one goal in his heart: to protect Feren and prevent him from getting hurt. Edric ran like the wind, each step as powerful as thunder, channeling all his strength into the crude wooden stick.
As he watched Feren about to emerge from the edge of the forest, he couldn't help but feel happy for him. However, at that moment, a huge shadow leaped down from the treetops, and the mighty Asra Lion appeared once again, its fierce eyes and bared claws revealing its ferocity. It pounced on Feren, pinning him down heavily, its angry roar shaking the surrounding leaves. Its roar echoed through the forest, magnifying the fear in the woods countless times.
Edric saw the situation and felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he knew it was not the time to hesitate. He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and made his way towards the Lion, trying to pull it away from Feren. A determined light flashed in his eyes, and the wooden stick in his hand moved like lightning, striking at the Lion. He knew he had to do something, even though he was facing a formidable opponent, he could not back down.
The wooden stick fiercely struck the body of the Lion, making a loud noise. Lion staggered back from the blow, but its eyes were filled with even more anger and wildness. It roared and pounced at Edric again, moving so fast it was dizzying. Edric stood his ground, gripping the stick tightly, ready to face Lion's next attack.
Feren's chest heaved violently, each breath a struggle against death itself. His vision blurred, only able to see the colorful sunlight filtering through the gaps in the sky, appearing distant and fading like hope slipping away. He lay on the dense grass, the blades pricking his cheeks, but the pain seemed unable to rouse his courage, only serving to emphasize the fragility and helplessness of life.
His heart was filled with regret and helplessness. Why had he chosen to enter this forest? Why was fate playing such a cruel trick on him? The way out was right in front of him, yet he was caught by the fierce Asra Lion, unable to move. His body seemed frozen in place, as if his muscles were paralyzed by fear, despite his consciousness screaming and struggling.
Edric's figure appeared particularly large in Feren's field of vision. He watched as Edric bravely stood in front of the huge Lion with a stick in his hand, unafraid. His figure was like a sturdy rock, unmoving like a Da Shan. At that moment, Feren felt a strange sense of emotion and trust welling up in his heart. He knew that Edric was protecting him, protecting their future. But deep inside, the fear of death clung to his soul like a dark shadow.
Feren struggled, his trembling arms trying to support his body. He wanted to stand up, to join the battle, to fight alongside Edric. But his body seemed to disobey him, fear tightening every muscle, every cell trembling. His heart was filled with the fear of death, an indescribable terror that made him feel unprecedented coldness and despair. He tried to steady himself, grit his teeth, and force himself to face his fear. But the shadow of death danced in his mind, making it almost impossible for him to control his fear.
His consciousness kept telling him that death was so close, he could feel the breath of the Lion, feel its wildness and killing intent. His heart was filled with fear of the unknown and fear of death. At that moment, Feren finally understood the fragility and helplessness of life. He wanted to scream, wanted to run away, but his body was frozen, unable to move. He could only watch Edric, watching him bravely face the Lion, feeling powerless and regretful.
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