The guardians raised their arms, mist swirling around them as their shields formed into solid, shifting barriers that gleamed faintly in the crimson light.
The abominations charged like beasts, roaring as they pounded across the stone road.
Slash!
Sam's sword came crashing down on one of the shields.
But the blade didn't pierce through.
The impact rang out sharply, and the force pushed Sam a step back, boots scraping against the ground.
'This can't keep going for long.'
It had only been three seconds since the start of the third wave, but already he felt a bad feeling rise in his chest.
The mist behind him was closing in again, creeping closer every moment, its hungry whispers filling the air.
If he wasted even a second here, he knew what would happen.
And so—
"Use your skills!" Sam shouted.
The clone, standing beside him, nodded immediately, its expression shifting into one of fierce focus.
Primordial Tendrils!
