[One...two...twenty...by the power of a god I haven't seen, why are there so many enemies?!] I complained to the rest of the group. [I thought the Maestro didn't come along for that explicit purpose.]
"I…can kind of believe that," Zhen Hai commented in a whisper. "The number of enemies we had to fight alongside the Storm Singers was actually fairly small in comparison to this moment."
"Wait, does that mean the lindwurm attacking us alongside the Tremorscale tribe was due to the arrival of the Ragnarockers?"Terra added in a whisper.
[Silence, please. Tremorsensing is delicate work,] Nepherage complained as she kept a hand on the ground while in a kneeling position. [Fuck, there's more of them underground.]
When we arrived at the [Burial Ground of the Mammoth], name pending, we expected to see a nominal enemy force.
An elite squad or a singular tribe of warriors would make sense, given that there was a guaranteed proto-treasure just embedded in the skull of a dead aether beast.
