—"Dawn"

The ground trembled beneath the Piglins' hooves and heavy footsteps, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of lava still seeping into fissures across the field. Dawn, her bow already drawn, took a deep breath and glanced at Henry and Natalie in the distance. The plan was clear: they, with the immense Iron Golems Henry had worked tirelessly to create, would keep the Piglins occupied. Steve, on the other hand, needed to find an opening to approach Malgosha — the only chance to retrieve what remained of the Orb of Dominance.

Dawn, however, had another crucial role. Beside her, dozens of bristling wolves awaited her command. She had spent days training them, building a bond of trust. They were more than just animals — they were part of her family now.

When the Piglin Brutes advanced, huge and imposing, Dawn didn't hesitate.

Dawn: — "Go!" — she shouted, releasing an arrow that struck the first enemy in the forehead. The wolves shot like lightning, snarling and lunging at their gigantic adversaries.*

The battlefield descended into controlled chaos: golems hurling Piglins away, Natalie using her sword to clear space, Henry shouting orders as he coordinated the defense lines. In the midst of it all, Dawn ran, firing well-aimed arrows, using every second to protect her wolves and ensure they continued to hold the line.

Between arrows, bites, and claws, the distraction was working. She noticed Steve running along the right flank, using the confusion as cover to approach Malgosha.

But Dawn knew they couldn't relax for even a moment. The Piglin Brutes were persistent, and if they got too close, the whole plan would fall apart.

She drew another arrow, aiming at the brute leader ahead.

Dawn: — "Not today," — she whispered before firing.*