991 Make No Mistake

Amidst the chaos and confusion, the monsters seethed with rage, infuriated by the blow their leader had suffered. Like a relentless tidal wave, they surged forward, charging at the quartet of defenders stationed on each side of the hill.

"Let us not fall behind our capable leader!" Whisker declared, his fur bristling, and his beastly eyes ablaze in the moonlit night. His form morphed, elongating like a snake as his tail swayed menacingly. "Ancient Art, Evening Shadow!"

In a blur of motion, the feline darted forward, leaving a trail of fallen monsters in its wake. The others followed suit, unleashing their most potent attacks upon the encroaching horde.

"Blood Art, Death Scythe!"

"Frozen Sword, Thousand Snowflakes."

"Answer my summon, Lucent!"