Literature
Savage chapter 7
Borak led at the forefront of his fierce warriors, their makeshift armor battered but their spirits unyielding. The vast, barren lands stretched endlessly before them—an unforgiving landscape of cracked earth, jagged rocks, and scorched plains that seemed to swallow the sun’s harsh light. Dust clouds billowed behind their marching footsteps as they moved in tight formation, their weapons gleaming ominously beneath the relentless sky.
Their eyes were fixed ahead, driven by a singular purpose: to find the Tyrant’s nest and put an end to the creature’s reign of terror once and for all. Borak’s expression was hardened, his jaw clenched with determination, each step bringing them closer to their deadly goal. The stories of the beast’s ferocity haunted their minds—how it had torn through armies, how it could cut down a man in a single brutal slash.
But Borak was unshaken. His warriors believed in their leader’s strength, their resolve fueled by the hope that this might finally be the end of
