On another part of the area, team B was steadily slaying average level Leviaths after encountering a herd on their way for the high level ones.
It wasn't that taxing, but it was putting them way behind their schedule.
"Why do they look like they aren't dying out any time soon?" A cavalier grumbled, decapitating a Leviath with the body of a scorpion, which horrifyingly possesses a human face and feet with a swift flick of his large imbued mallet.
They were only five cavaliers on the field, but their obvious brilliance in the blunt weapon plus the peculiarity of the aurora's effect to the Leviath already proves their strength.
The other porters could only watch in morbid fascinating at the bloodbath ensuing from the safety of the town's clock tower.
Apart from the organizer of the run,
