𝗧hey almost gave up, nothing meets their eyes, no maps, no lights, no trail. "𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆," said one of the girls, they are tired.
It feels like an endless war. They already know that their enemy is not easy to defeat, with their strength and also their amount. A guy from the group was going to close his eyes until he saw the enormous being that he once saw. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻.

"𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕," the lion said.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖! 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 '𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨', 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" Those words from the lips of a girl who holds a bow break the silence. No one opens their mouth again, waiting for the lion's answer.

"𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗲." Three words.

Who knows that three words from a lion are worth their sacrifice. Only a step left to their victory, that group of hope finally found the only weapons that the myth said can defeat any crime. They're known as heroes that defeat cruelty in history. The 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺 that kept the weapons was eventually theirs and now known as 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓.