Aldric's crow circled back. His expression was grim but determined. "She's right. We've thinned their numbers enough. We can handle what's left."
Kara looked down at the battlefield. The bears had done their job. The Mire-Crawler horde had been reduced from four thousand to maybe half that. The ground was littered with corpses. But two thousand level 100 monsters were still an army, and the raid members were around 150 level 95s.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked.
"No," Helga said with a feral grin. "But we're doing it anyway. The monsters are scattered enough for us to take advantage of it."
Aldric nodded.
His gaze swept the swamp. The Mire-Crawlers were dying in droves, but the surviving ones were tearing through the bears. Soon, there would be nothing left but enemies.
