Becky dashed toward him, her own powers flaring as she carved a path through a dozen bears to reach his side.
"The Mystic Arts bastards... they didn't let the mutations die out!" William shouted over the din of clashing steel and bestial roars. "They controlled them! They forced the mutated monsters to withdraw, regroup, and organise their lines. They've spent weeks preparing this grand army of apocalyptic monsters to sweep across the continent in one single strike!"
His words were punctuated by the launch of his deadliest attack yet. A massive surge of spirit energy erupted from his frame, the sheer pressure of the technique turning a massive section of the remaining stone walls—and the monsters climbing them—into fine, grey dust.
"But... how could they—"
