Then new enemies appeared.
Crimson Night Terrors appeared from the forest depths, similar to their black counterparts but fundamentally different.
Power radiated from them in waves that pressed against spiritual armor, an aura equivalent to Second Class Beast Masters.
Each one represented a threat that would require multiple fighters to handle safely.
Six of them rushed forward simultaneously, targeting the group with tactical precision.
"Joseph, Marie, Honor with me!" Dune commanded, his great sword already moving to intercept the first Crimson Terror. "The rest handle the others!"
The formation split smoothly.
Joseph lance blasted forward, rushing through the air as it pierced into a Crimson Terror mid-charge. The lance sank deep into its body before the wind burst from the lance, leading to blades of wind bursting from the Crimson Terror. The creature shrieked so loudly that it made his skull ache and mind shake, but he didn't relent.
