BOOM! RUMBLE!
A deafening roar echoed through the sunken basin, accompanied by the ceaseless din of battle cries and bloodcurdling screams.
Countless Dark Elf warriors, brandishing longswords and scimitars, swarmed forward, locked in a chaotic melee with grotesque, hideous monsters.
Behind them, Priestesses unfurled scroll after scroll, layering various protections upon themselves and their comrades while casting Magic to kill any stragglers that broke through the lines.
From a bird's-eye view, the vast basin teemed with Dark Elves and monsters, looking like a dense swarm of crawling ants.
'Swarming like ants.' The thought suddenly crossed Liz Bafei's mind.
The new Lady of the House of the Gals Clan was fully armed. Adamantine chainmail and a Protective Cloak enveloped her athletic frame, and her short silver hair danced in the wind, giving her a heroic and intimidating air.
