The battlefield split in two currents of chaos: Ash tearing through the Grunt Beetles in reckless abandon, and the rest of the party holding their ground against the towering Keepers.
The tunnel chamber shuddered under the weight of the fighting, resin dripping like molten glass from the ceiling while screeches echoed in every direction.
Yvren stood at the center of the group's formation, staff braced, his wards pulsing outward in steady waves. Light rippled across the resin walls, dazzling drones and forcing them back whenever they pressed too close.
His voice, calm but firm, carried over the din, "Kalrek, keep your focus on the Keepers. Wet their shells with runes—they must not be allowed to signal for reinforcements."
Kalrek snorted, carving frantically into a stone as he crouched low, "Aye, aye, soak the bugs. Glorified exterminator duty, that's me!"
