The situation had changed.
Our legion had grown strong enough that we might be able to compete. The method of getting stronger was a bit questionable, but as a result, our legion's average level had increased.
Just the women.
'It was already a bit much to eat, but eating men's would be crazy.'
If not for Guinevere's report, I definitely would've passed it to the orcs as drinking water. I'd have pulled some boomer shit like "why wouldn't you drink it when it makes you stronger just by drinking?"
"So this battle will be fought by XX chromosomes."
Surface team, basement team. Both would be composed only of women strengthened by magical fluid. Then what would the other soldiers do?
"Orcs guard Ras Vegas. Worwolfs pair with ghouls and stand by on basement 1st floor. If we need follow-up forces, I'll call. Flauros dungeon's Flare Pantera unit remains on alert. Guard dungeon 1st floor, Andras."
"Leave it to me."
