I tightened my grip on my weapon, the cold air of the dying world biting at my skin. I knew that wasting my time fighting useless, gruelling battles with these wolves and monsters wouldn't lead to anything but my own exhaustion.
They weren't just a pack; they were a plague. I knew they would continue to swarm the entire world in endless waves, an infinite tide of fur and teeth designed to drown the living in a war of attrition.
Besides, my main goal was clear: I needed to capture castles. Simply killing monsters was a secondary distraction I could no longer afford.
"Keep moving," I commanded, my voice raspy.
However, it seemed my enemies—whatever was truly pulling the strings of this apocalypse—were also acutely aware of this strategic bottleneck. They were throwing everything into my path to slow me down.
Another thing I had to worry about was the physical reality of my own body: sleep. I hadn't had a single second of rest since stepping foot into this world over a day ago.
