"Can't wait for Shi Wu! Anyone who can move, charge with me! Target the upper levels, break a hole!"
Everyone knew that hope was as fleeting as a candle flickering in the wind.
Yet when Commander Solalin gave this order with a hoarse yet unquestionable voice, it ignited the last strand of instinct in everyone.
The desire to survive overwhelmed fear, and adventurers and church warriors staggered to gather behind her, forming a precarious wedge formation.
Ai Mei also gripped her short sword tightly among them, her palms now full of cold sweat, the chill of the metal her only reliance at this moment.
The breakout began.
Solalin charged at the forefront, her longsword bursting with dazzling light, fiercely slashing toward the Puki at the front, brandishing its tentacles to intercept.
The others followed closely, roaring, pouring out their remaining strength and fear together.
Flashes of blades and swords intertwined with the flying fungal filaments.
