The bell charm at the head of my staff rang once every twenty seconds, struck by the disc when the staff swung at the right angle, and this sound gave me warmth even in the midst of this hell.
This sound gave me warmth, but to the demons, it was their death knell.
The twentieth wave broke, the twenty-first, the twenty-second… Around this time, the numbers began to blur together.
The kill count had passed four thousand somewhere, and my Anima Depth was at thirty percent, and I had not soul-casted yet.
The cracked nine percent was still cracked but not deeper, and the Strained Soul Condition was holding at the level I saw when I woke up.
I was coming to the conclusion that if nothing changes, and I keep casting the way I should, then I was not going to die overwhelmed.
If I were going to die, it would be when something arrived that my rhythm of combat could not handle.
[Stored Essence: 4,103]
