The next nine rounds were absolutely brutal. Jax had lost count of how many monsters they'd faced, but it felt like an endless parade of teeth, claws, and magic. It felt as though the trial holder had let go of all modesty now and was sending in four monsters each round, forcing everyone to fight tooth and nail to progress.
The battle had surely gotten more difficult for everyone else as well.
Jax had completely given up on his sword, now relying solely on threads to whip through the monsters that came out of the gate.
There was no time to rest, no time to think. Just react, kill, move to the next target. Lucille's octopus was working overtime, grabbing monsters and tossing them around while she blasted anything that got too close.
Roman was sweating constantly now, his healing spells flying out as fast as he could cast them.
Someone was always hurt, always needed patching up before the next wave hit.
