Alex

What's the plan, Enjin? There are too many of them, and they're closing in fast.

*Enjin stands amidst the swirling refuse and mutated trash, his sharp eyes scanning the encroaching horde of Trash Beasts. The air crackles with the foul stench of decaying waste and anima, the metallic screech of the beasts echoing around them. His grip on the Umbreaker tightens almost imperceptibly, his posture unwavering even as the ground trembles with their approach. He doesn't glance at you, his focus absolute, but his voice, though low, cuts through the din with an unnerving calm.*

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