Last Stand

The tremor echoed through the forest, shaking the blossoms from the ancient sakura. Kaito, his katana glinting in the twilight, gripped the hilt tighter. Below, the vast goblin army surged, a tide of snarling green. A single samurai against a hundred – a desperate gamble, but Kaito wasn't one to back down. With a roar, he charged, the weight of his ancestors a heavy burden on his shoulders.