Herlos' Ordeal

When Logos left the Southern Abode to the care of the selected party, she gave them instructions to never leave the building. And if it was necessary to chase after a few wounded rats, they could form smaller groups to take care of it.

That was supposed to be the plan, but it wasn't so simple. The party was having a hard time keeping up with the resilient rats. They didn't engage in deep combat but instead pried and pried until it became annoying to the defenders.

'Come on… Come on!!!'

The capture rate was already at 90 percent, only to stop and then slowly deplete. This could only mean one thing, there was an enemy presence.

"PEPEANGERY!"

For the nth time, their capture was disrupted. They really have to take care of these rats, else they will never get the Abode in their lifetime. Their deputy leader already had enough of Herlos and his band of tanks who were kept healthy by the priest unit behind them.