The last day of the survival arrived. The group was up and ready, but as they expected, today was going to be the hardest day of all.
They were all tired and out of energy. The sleep they got was doing little to help, and potions were barely helping them at this point.
But that was not the most dreadful part. The dreadful part was that Ezra had sensed a beast headed their way. From what he saw, it was a three-headed snake, and it wasn't rank one or two. The beast was definitely a rank three beast.
"We are about to face the strongest enemy yet. A rank three beast is on its way here," Ezra said.
His words hit hard. Fear gripped them completely. Ezra faced the direction of the beast, knowing there was no outrunning it, so he faced it.
The sounds of trees getting uprooted and the ground trembling could be heard. Ezra held his scythe and took a deep breath.