Fang ceased his lightning strikes and recalled his flying spear, the weapon humming as it returned to his hand. He was loath to burn his precious spiritual energy and materials on such worthless fodder.
"Something... must have drawn their attention elsewhere," Becky said, echoing the very thought crystallising in William's mind.
"Those bastards must have started spreading more tides across the continent," William growled, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the suddenly thinning ranks of the enemy.
The lack of Scarlet Bears wasn't a sign of victory; it was a sign of a shifting strategy. He turned sharply to Fang, his voice ringing with authority. "Head back and get me an update at once! I need to know exactly where the focus has shifted."
"Right away!" Fang didn't hesitate. He became a blur of motion, flashing across the blood-soaked battlefield toward the portal that linked them to the capital.
