William himself didn't slow down. Even with only eight monsters left in his immediate vicinity—six to guard the groups and two to act as his personal hounds—he remained a whirlwind of destruction.
His spirit tails whipped through the air like bladed lashes, while his arrows found the throats of enemy mages from impossible distances.
"Keep pushing forward! Do not let them breathe!" Becky's voice rang out, but even she could feel the grind. Despite the monster assigned to her elite group, the enemy was simply too dense.
For every master they cut down, three more seemed to emerge from the smoke. The stabilise-and-counter strategy of the enemy was working; the initial fire of the Fox Guild's charge was beginning to meet the cold, hard reality of attrition.
She spotted the monsters William had sent out earlier, and for a moment, she felt a pang of frustration.
