I run quickly along the winding path, shrouded in the ancient gloom of the grim forest. My feet tear relentlessly forward, trying to keep up with the group of people walking ahead of me. Between us stretches a landscape like a painting from the past.

The branches of old trees are covered with yellowed and red leaves that fall lazily to the ground in a dance with the autumn breeze. As I run past them, I perceive each moment with almost meditative clarity.

A vague huff of breath tightens my chest, fueling the flame of my own determination. The gaze of my eyes hunts for the shadows of those running ahead, their black guises quickly disappearing among the trees calling them into their depths. My thoughts are clear and focused, despite the speed at which we continue to race.

The leaves crunch under my feet, emitting a muffled rustle. The forest trembles at the sound of our chase, and I take it as an accompaniment to the battle that is not far away.

I pursue the barbarians running ahead, through a sea of yellowed and red leaves, leaving behind a trail of determination. With increasing energy, I strive to catch up with my ferocious foes. My muscles tense and my heart beats rapidly.

Suddenly, the silhouettes of the enemies ahead of me slow down. My speed turns out to be faster, and I draw closer to them. The pulsing energy in my veins leads to a thrill, and I am ready for a decisive collision.

When I finally catch up with them, my figure appears before them like a ghost. The enemies stop, surprise and fear flickering in their eyes. But I don't waste a second, for there is a ruthless battle to be fought.

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My sword jumps out of its sheath, its tip reflecting the glare of cold light. I step into a circular stance, surrounded by enemies ready to strike me. Each has strength and experience, but I do not doubt my abilities.

The fight unfolds in a stream of motion, where I dodge each blow quickly and gracefully. My sword, precise and agile, pierces the air, delivering deadly blows. The sounds of swords, clattering feet, and shouts of opponents echo through the forest, creating a sonic storm around us.

I feel each blow collide with the strength of my enemies, sparks spraying in all directions. My thoughts remain clear and calm despite the chaos around me. I take every opportunity to defend and attack, moving in harmony with my enemies.

With ease and impeccable precision, I continue my dash forward as if it were a matter of course. The enemies around me don't stand a chance. My sword flashes through the air, and my movements become even more determined and graceful.

With each strike, I immediately take out my opponent. My speed and skill allow me to instantly find weaknesses in their defenses and deliver swift and deadly strikes. Enemies fall one by one as if there were no defense before my sword.

My mind is focused and clear, allowing me to analyze my enemies' every move and anticipate their actions. My reactions are so quick and precise that time seems to slow down around me. I react instantly to every threatening movement and destroy it at its core.

Deadly blows from my sword cleave through the air, and the blood of my enemies stains the leaves dark red. The battle passes like an instant, each foe falling before me in the moment. Their screams and groans merge into the soundscape of battle.

My majesty and relentlessness are reflected in the eyes of my surviving enemies. They see their fate in my eyes, full of determination and strength. The remnants of their strength and motivation fade away, and they realize that it is pointless to oppose them.

Thus, with instant and decisive strength, I end my battle, leaving the battlefield surrounded by fallen enemies. The air is filled with the smell of blood and victory. I am left standing there, alone, looking at my hand I sigh.

When did this become the norm....