The sixth zone did not stall them.
It collapsed.
What should've been a cautious advantage became an extermination of the highest order.
The deeper they pushed into the warped imitation of Grand Cathia, the more violent the resistance became.
But what use is resistance when the ones they're trying to push back are far too strong?
Alice and Alyss gave the Nightmare no leeway.
Should this zone have an observer, they would simply be witnessing countless explosions echoing out one after another while arrows rained down from the sky.
The streets narrowed, architecture extending in unnatural ways. Balconies warped and leaned over them like jagged peaks.
The city was weeping from their destruction.
Fog thickened, slightly reducing their visibility but Alice took the lead.
Her vision shifted as a soft shimmer covered her pupils. The fog retreated, the beasts were revealed.
Attack angles revealed themselves as Alice pulled back on her bow.
