Trapped

The situation quickly spiraled into chaos as Hall 33, already exhausted from hunting and the earlier fight, now faced overwhelming odds—40 against 12. A storm of spells and weapons bore down on the outnumbered Hall 33.

"Dammit, what a bunch of cowards! Fight us fairly if you dare!" Titus yelled, his voice strained with frustration as his ice golem shattered, crumbling to the ground.

"This can't be legit, right?" Ullong growled, "They can't do this!"

The atmosphere grew tense as Ha Ron scanned the horizon for their Magus handler, hoping for intervention. With two other halls involved, there should have been three Magus handlers present, but not a single one was in sight. The realization dawned on him—this wasn't just a random conflict.

Amid the mounting pressure, Hardy's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Don't panic! Regroup!"