Screee! Screee!
As wave after wave of small spiders crawled out from the Nest, the stunned defenders finally snapped back to their senses. The lords who were now free from the main assault reacted instantly, moving to clean up the Alpha-level demonic monsters and cavalry that had broken through the lines.
"Are all the enemies dead?" Onyx asked, his great axe cleaving through a demonic monster in a single, clean motion. But there was no joy on his face. As he'd swung, he had already seen a thin, bright red line appear on the creature's neck—the telltale sign of Gustalon's handiwork. He had a particular quirk, a habit of decapitating his foes on the battlefield.
"Was that Gustalon?" Ursa asked, walking over to Onyx and panting heavily.
"Catch your breath and recover. There's definitely another wave coming," Thundar advised, leaning on his greatsword as he joined them.
