Six.
And they were all locked in on Killian.
It should be an easy wipeout if they attacked again with no plan or formation. But they likely wouldn't.
They weren't animals who couldn't evolve mid-fight, and Killian was very aware of that.
These outcasts had their notorious reputation for their rebellious spirit and adaptability.
To stand a chance against them, being the newbie he was, he needed to think outside the box and use all his cards.
He took his hand off his pocket, holding a dagger.
'If push comes to shove. I'll use it.'
He told himself so he wouldn't hesitate. He watched the leader give a signal but nothing happened.
The ones above weren't closing in, and the tendrils spread under his legs hadn't vanished. It didn't confirm that the Crafter couldn't affect it, so that remained a worry at the back of Killian's head.
Suddenly, the earth began to tremble.
