The pit was chaos.
Keldars rained from the rim like a storm of bodies, their snarls blending into an endless roar.
The Gamers held the center, their formation tight, their weapons moving in a blur.
Carole's magic pulsed outward, keeping the worst of the damage at bay, but there was only so much she could do at once.
"We won't last like this," Lei muttered, cutting down another Keldar that had lunged too close. "They're too many."
"They're not infinite," Pierre replied, blocking a blow and shoving his shield forward. "We hold."
Carole gritted her teeth, hands glowing with divine energy as she poured another pulse of healing through the group.
She could feel the drain already—her mana holding steady, but her mind starting to strain from the non-stop casting.
Then, something shifted.
A flicker of movement through the swarm.
Evan.
He'd disappeared minutes ago, vanishing into stealth to weave through the Keldars undetected.
