บท 340: In a Hopeless Situation

In the heart of the desolate wasteland, where Felix and Desmond's loyal subordinates had sought refuge, a formidable horde of beasts advanced upon them, their roars and cries echoing through the air.

One of the men, his muscular frame adorned with a tattoo, his back burdened by a mighty sword, turned to Felix and posed a question, concern etched across his rugged countenance. The group stood together, a united force, each member donning similar attire, armed with a variety of weapons ranging from spears to short swords. Their gazes fixated on the aged butler-clothed Felix, who, in turn, cast his eyes upon the ferocious creatures looming in the distance.