Watching the monsters pile up in front of him, their eyes glowing with a singular, murderous intent, William couldn't help but chuckle. The sound was low and dangerous, carrying over the growls of the approaching horde.
"Come then. Let me keep you occupied right here," he muttered, his tone calm but his demeanour overwhelming, radiating a pressure that made the air feel heavy. "Every hour you spend trying to kill me is another hour of peace back there. Every minute you waste on this spot means hundreds more spears are being finished in the forge."
He knew the monsters were listening. He knew their leaders could interpret his speech, and he was intentionally provoking them, dangling his own life like a lure. He didn't mind spending days, or even weeks, pinned down in this hellscape, as long as the enemy's focus remained fixed entirely on him.
