The kareths continued to pour out of the purple fog forest without an end, and the warriors of the Dhaevrak tribe continued to fight them.
Their eyelids fluttered heavily, and their muscles groaned under the continuous labour, but none of them stopped. They continued to shoot the arrows and hurl the spears at them, while those with quick feet quickly picked them back up.
Suddenly, Rion's words rang within Yuura's head, who was sitting at the far end of the defensive lines.
Right then, a thunderous roar shook the ground.
Everyone's heart shuddered in terror as the dreadful roar shook them to their very cores, and those with wills weaker than others fell unconscious with foam spilling from their mouths, while the others barely managed to keep themselves standing.
Yuura bit his lower lip to bleed and nudged Kahrun and Tarun, who were sitting beside him.
Both of them came out of their revere and clutched onto their weapons as he mumbled, "Let's go."
