Brexten stepped back and stood under a ball of light. He looked around and stared at the monsters that were illuminated by the light. His face hardened as he watched the monsters climb over their dead.
Brexten gripped his sword, which was dripping in blood, and his shield, which was now scarred with a variety of scratches and dents. Something had gone terribly wrong.
[You have slain a Savage Wretch, Barrel Mole]
After killing one, he looked towards the twins, who were having a hard time of their own, holding back the horde. While a horde of this scale wasn't overly hard to deal with, Brexten couldn't help but feel a subtle fear deep within his heart.
[You have slain a Savage Wretch, Barrel Mole]
As time passed—as minutes passed—he felt the ground tremble. Something big was coming.
"Argh...!" Brexten winced as the claws of a Barrel Moles crashed into his gauntlets, knocking his sword out of his hand while simultaneously leaving several deep grooves in his gauntlets.
