Horokaida and I stand in front of Ein, and, while he tightens a two-handed grip around his hammer, I reload my pistol and begin firing upon an incoming wave of shriveled creatures. As we protect Ein, she takes a shot at the sage, and, in response, an oval shield the color of amethyst suddenly appears and surrounds it to block the bullet.
“Dammit,” she says under her breath before reloading and focusing her fire on the beasts attacking me.
To my left, Horokaida channels zol into his arms and starts to swing with rapid speed mixed with incredible strength; each swing connects with multiple opponents at once and knocks them back while smashing their bodies open in the process. To conserve ammo, I start to swing with the heatblade left behind by Syra, and, with each stroke, I cut through tor
