ғᴏʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴅ

A new prophecy has been revealed.
Eight kids, eight animals.
Will they risk their lives to save Erdas and themselves?
Or will they fail and all of Erdas will perish?

sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴇᴇᴋ:
Niko looked over at me, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"We got this." I managed to whisper to him, though the lack of confidence did little to reassure him. And myself. The handle of my battle-axe suddenly felt heavy in my palms.

"We're not the only ones." Lucia said darkly, pointing to the other side of the clearing.

Squinting, I spotted darkly clad soldiers. They stole closer to the battlefield-to-be and golden C's shimmered in their armour. Conquerors.

"Well, it's now or never." Hoya muttered grimly. "Charge!"