The newcomers were all walking on foot with various levels of injuries on their bodies. No one seemed unharmed, and some of them were practically half-naked and bleeding from all the damage.
With bleeding meant mobs, and there was an endless stream of mobs coming at them. Even if they recovered a bit or used potions, the bit of blood would attract monsters, which in turn would injure them further. It was a vicious cycle.
The fortunate part was that they were not weak, and most of them were at least toughened level, which was why they were still alive, considering everything.
However, they had been dragging their feet for quite some time, separated from their companions by a beast mob that ended up being larger than they thought.
"Damn, where are we?" one of the men mumbled as he looked out. He looked at their leader, Evo, who was cursing while leading the way. His large sword was out and ready to deal with monsters that came in his way.
