Catena didn't have much time to prepare for anything so his only option was to cover his whole body in essence and take the first wave of attack head-on.
Once again, he found himself rammed into the wall, but this time, his head throbbed painfully, and a thin line of blood ran from his forehead to his nose.
He didn't bother to wipe it, the monsters were coming again, but Catena didn't cower like he did earlier; since he entered this Crypt, he's been in a kind of offense mode. "Time to fight back."
He poured essence into the formation in his mind, and then it was transferred into the stone floor beneath him and then brought back as the earth's strength, but he remembered what Azaroth told him, so he reduced the strength he took.
He used the strength to reinforce only his two hands, and he grinned when he saw the bright, curving green lines on his hands like veins.
