Ben's gaze dropped to the ground below.
A massive wave of Ravagers sprinted toward the entrance.
Their claws dug into the earth and tore through the fungal terrain with frightening speed.
They were not just attacking.
They were going to break through.
The Krell Archers on the walls loosed their arrows.
Dark streaks cut through the air and struck the first line of attackers.
Some Ravagers fell, screeching as they crashed into the ground, their bodies twitching.
But it was not enough.
For every Ravager that fell, ten more surged forward.
What use was a handful of projectiles against a hundred enemies?
"Reinforce the gate.
Now!" Ben shouted.
He turned on his heel and sprinted back toward the stronghold at full speed.
'If this was a game, I would just press M and teleport back.'
But this was not a game.
He had no teleportation method.
All he could do was run and hope the walls and gates held until he arrived.
