Gunshots, battle cries, screams twisted together into a symphony of death. Almost every second someone was getting killed. Cold, razor‑sharp blades flashed and danced, spitting out a terrifying chill under the sun. Ruthless, horrifying bullets flickered through the air like strips of Death Sentences. In this moment, it all came down to willpower, to blood‑soaked courage, to fighting like you didn't care whether you lived or died.
