Chapter 120 - Chapter 120- War

In the vast, blood-soaked expanse of the arid plains, Zayne stood with his back slumped against the hilt of his massive greatsword. The weapon, a colossal blade easily twice the width of his body, seemed almost too heavy for the weary warrior, yet he leaned on it as though it were his last anchor in this forsaken landscape. His chest heaved with each labored breath, his mouth slightly agape as he struggled to regain his composure. His once vibrant green hair—now ragged and matted with sweat and blood—began to recede, as if the very essence of his strength was waning. The intricate dark green tattoos that had adorned his face since the start of the conflict now faded, their once-pulsing glow dimming as his energy drained.