Grace gave a slight wave in the air, signaling her subordinates to attack. The other dungeon raiders followed behind her at the signal—various superpowers churned in the air, their colors lighting up the dim shore.
The crabs surged forward, snapping their pincers at their opponents.
Grace swung her bat at the crab closest to her; the force of the strike shattered its hard shell into fine cracks, fluids seeping out.
Cracks and thuds echoed through the clearing as crabs hit the ground.
The sheer number of crabs was overwhelming, forcing each person to face off against three giant ones at a time.
"This meat should last us for a whole week!" a man shouted over the noise to the person next to him.
He was already drooling at the thought of sinking his teeth into its juiciest meat.
At the thought, his attacks grew fiercer—he couldn't wait to hand it over to his girlfriend to cook for him.
