It was a swirling vortex of deep, angry orange, pulsing like an infected wound in the reality of the world.
Aethelstan walked to the edge of the distortion, his golden armor reflecting the harsh orange light. His interface revealed the Gate World's details.
⸢Gate World: Hive of the Forsaken⸥
⸢Rank: B⸥
⸢Description: The Forsaken do not fight alone. Power is infinite as long as crowd is infinite⸥
Aethelstan frowned.
"Seems it has to do with beasts that attack in groups" Deron noted.
"Means we can't let them group up," Nessa said, analyzing the text. "If they swarm us, they become elite units instantly."
"Yeah," Liraeth chimed in, tossing her hair and looking at Aethelstan, "we can just burn them all before they can form any team at all! Right, Aethelstan? A massive firestorm would solve the math problem!"
Aethelstan ignored her. He was staring at the Gate, his mind racing through calculations.
