You know that feeling when you're so exhausted your soul is just a decorative sticker barely clinging to your body?
That was us.
Days of nonstop fighting, leveling like rabid squirrels on steroids, and now wave 10 monsters spawning endlessly like someone forgot to turn the faucet off.
We hit the point where even Zeref's fire looked tired.
Which is exactly when Keiji finally snapped into full Dad Mode and declared our tactics "idiotic." His words, not mine… okay maybe slightly mine.
"We're changing formation," Keiji said, voice so cold the humidity in the swamp practically froze. "Eunji takes front. Kael supports close-range. I'll suppress from behind."
Translation: Eunji becomes the wall of flesh while the boys stop dying stupidly.
I would've argued, but a three-headed orc lunged at me before I could open my mouth. So yeah… tank time.
Zeref, who looked like he might collapse face-first into a fireball, got shoved toward the corner by Keiji. "You. Sit. Eat."
