The battlefield descended into controlled chaos.
Mike moved like a blade through water.
Every step he took forward erased another cluster of monsters. His sword flashed gold—clean, efficient arcs that split armor, bone, and flesh alike. Nothing lingered long enough to reach him.
To his sides, other adventurers surged with renewed confidence.
A spear user plunged forward under Elina's amplification field, impaling a horned hound clean through the skull. A shield-bearer blocked a charging beetle beast as a rogue slipped past and drove daggers into its joints. Fire and steel worked in rhythm.
On the walls, Seris directed the flow like a conductor.
"Left wall, adjust angle—three degrees down!"
"Golem unit two, rotate shields!"
Her golem knights advanced and retreated with mechanical precision, intercepting climbing monsters and crushing them before they could breach the battlements. Ballista bolts thundered overhead, skewering ogres and pinning them to the ground.
