So, the Vanguard fought with every ounce of strength they possessed.
Their objective was twofold: hold the current two hundred at bay, and incapacitate as many monsters as possible before the fresh reinforcements struck the wall.
Every single mutant that fell right now was one less nightmare to deal with when the second wave finally crashed against the wall. Victor carved a path of devastation through his designated sector. Arturo seamlessly plugged structural breaches. Julius and Taro fortified the stone barriers, while Min rained a relentless barrage of steam explosions from Wei's flying mount.
And below them, the hundreds of Gold tamers held the trenches like a unified, unyielding machine that simply refused to break against corruption.
They were systematically thinning the herd, inch by grueling inch, desperately trying to beat the slow yet unforgiving clock…
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When the hundred reinforcements finally crested the horizon, something unexpected occurred.
