While the others split off toward their own sectors, Achilles didn't wait for instructions, heading straight for the eastern wall.
There was no thoughtful assessment, no tactical positioning—his choice was simply based on being the closest side to him.
The moment he sensed the wave of monsters pouring toward the eastern wall, the golden-haired demigod lowered his stance, let out a sharp battle cry—
"YOU! MONSTERS! COME! SHOW ME YOUR BEST!!"
—and dove straight into the horde like a meteor thrown by the heavens.
Among the enemies, a massive ogre—its skin covered in rock-like patches—swung its crude club as soon as Achilles entered its range.
But Achilles didn't slow down.
He slammed into the monster shield-first—CRACK—and shattered its ribcage with raw momentum alone. As the beast flew backward, he spun, decapitating a second one with the edge of his shield while skewering another in the head with his spear.
Another ogre lunged.
