The horde rushed toward them like a literal tidal wave of emerald and rot.
Moss-covered rats with elongated, venomous fangs scurried between the heavy, thumping feet of Bark Guards, their eyes glowing with a mindless, collective hunger.
"Tch," Gremit clicked his tongue, his quills vibrating with a sharp, rhythmic sound.
"It's playing smart now, though I doubt it even realizes it. It's flooding the narrow gaps between these trees as a purely defensive reflex. It knows we're close."
Katar didn't move from his seated position, his tail flicking with bored annoyance.
"I expected this much. At this point, you all have no choice but to carve your way through from here. This is clearly its last line of deterrent. Once you cross this part, you'll definitely be dealing with the big boss of this gate."
The incarnations prepared for the clash, the air humming with the sudden ignition of mana.
Amidst the tension, Reya stepped forward, moving past Icard with a rhythmic, confident stride.
