Warren was feeling dizzy.
It had been more than four hours since he was dragged into this never-ending battle.
He had arrived at the small village merely as backup for the officials, meant to serve as the second line of defense alongside the other members of his group.
However, four hours ago, something had changed.
A ranked Devil appeared, and by the time it was finally annihilated, all four official members had fallen to the ground as well—alive, but completely incapacitated.
Yet Devils continued to pour out of the Death Sink, forcing Warren to step forward as part of the response team.
There were three major lanes leading to the main city, and they had to secure those routes at all costs.
If even one lane was left unchecked, the Devils would spill into the streets and reach the civilians in no time.
Warren couldn't allow that to happen, not when this was the first real mission he had ever undertaken.
However, now, after fighting monsters for hours, he was losing hope.
