The battle's chaos did not diminish, but intensified as bodies piled up on the floor, making it increasingly difficult to maneuver despite the group's efforts to store the corpses of slain beasts in their spatial rings.
The sheer volume of casualties was overwhelming, creating obstacles across the battlefield.
'There are so many of them. It's hard to identify an S-ranked beast amongst the horde unless it reveals itself,' Moon thought, his eyes constantly scanning the swirling mass of creatures around them.
His true target had yet to reveal itself, but that was acceptable. He wasn't in a rush. Patience in combat often meant the difference between life and death.
Moon continued releasing his spells in low bursts, carefully maintaining an artificial equilibrium between mana usage and regeneration. His bracelet and staff both contributed to his recovery rate, allowing him to sustain continuous casting far longer than most mages could ever hope of achieving.
