"Perhaps he found whatever is jamming my spirit sense," Fang mused, wiping sweat and monster blood from his forehead. "Or perhaps he's just doing what he does best: breaking things."
He paused as a particularly loud explosion shook the valley floor. "Wait... That's more than thirty explosions so far. Didn't he say there were only three monster gates up there? What exactly has he found?"
Fang monitored the shifting tides of battle, piecing together the chaos based on the muffled echoes of William's progress. The frequency of the explosions above seemed to correlate directly with the pressure on the valley floor; with every rhythmic detonation, the torrential flow of Scarlet Bears thinned. The overwhelming gush of monsters was becoming a manageable stream.
