Deep underground.
The Spirit Palace and the Ghost Palace were still glowing faintly.
The Bone Clan warriors came in a steady stream, their bone blades slicing at the protective barrier. The sound of the blades scraping against it was painful to hear.
Sean and Claude stood in the center of the hall, their faces full of worry.
"How much longer can we hold?" Claude asked, his voice hoarse.
"Three more hits at most." Sean said, taking a quick drag of his cigarette.
He was already exhausted. The 20 star marks that represented his Legend stage 5 star status were vanishing one by one.
Monet stood behind them, his twelve wings trembling slightly.
After so long, General Monet had not only been healing General Duerer, but also supporting Sean and Claude, and managing the whole battle. His own small body wasn't getting any smaller.
At that moment, Sean turned to face Monet. His eyes were full of determination. "I'll hold the rear. You take as many as you can and get out."
