The flames along the blasted pit still burned, casting long, jagged shadows over the battlefield. A heavier rhythm soon drowned out the groans of the undead, the thudding stomp of the Stage Fours as they advanced.
Even from here, I could see the difference.
These weren't just bigger versions of the earlier stages; their movements were calculated, measured, and resembled a skilled human weaving through a mine field.
The Command-Type's head turned slightly, and in response, the hulking shapes split into three groups: one for the west wall, one for the north, and a smaller, more specialised pack coming straight for us.
Roulan didn't hesitate. "John, if they break this wall, the inner block is gone. We can't afford to let them touch it."
"Then we don't let them touch it."
Li Ya spun her halberd in a lazy circle, its haft leaving faint afterimages of flame in the air. "Guess we'll see who's the better butcher tonight."
