The bronze squads continued pushing forward while escorting civilians away from danger.
Families huddled together, trembling as explorers formed protective lines around them. Some carried injured survivors on their backs while still fighting.
"Keep moving!" Ryn ordered. "Safe zone ahead!"
Arthur helped guide a frightened child toward the evacuation camp, his voice gentle.
"You'll be fine. Stay behind us."
The boy nodded weakly.
Moments later Arthur returned to the fight, expression calm again.
Time passed.
The squad fought wave after wave of monsters.
Bodies of Vine Beasts burned across the ground while shattered spider shells littered the battlefield. The air filled with smoke, heat, and the metallic scent of blood.
Arthur's mana slowly drained, but his intent kept his output efficient.
Even Ryn noticed.
Every one of Arthur's attacks was precise. Never wasteful. Never excessive.
Too controlled.
