Across the arena, the remaining Terrors were being dismantled completely.
Lancet was worried that his Grace would run out before the battle finished, and he could tell that was exactly what the Terrible Three wanted to happen.
So, he yelled an order to his summons just as he was dodging the dozens of spirit hands reaching for him.
"Astensia! Thor! Go all out! Don't worry about me!" he cried. "They're trying to stretch this as long as possible! I know you're using this chance to regulate your output, but holding out is spending my Grace for nothing!"
With the assurance from her master, Astensia turned back to the Terrors, her eyes narrowing and showing a golden rage.
Mummy's floating head and Big Foot looked utterly terrified.
Mummy tried to call back her flying body parts but that only made matters worse for the giant doll.
