The Subtle Prelude
'I can do just fine with these monsters, but how long can I endure? This dang race pissed me off for real,' Anasthasia complained in silence. Her glance kept going back and forth.
Things got heated as it was more than half of the relay—Anasthasia not only observed her situation, where the relentless monster assault was still her concern, but also Charlotte's resilience amidst the feisty attacks.
For the most part, Charlotte was keen whenever she evoked golems. Golems rose to the ground and were made in a timely fashion, enough to receive several hits while slamming to the ground, creating a miniature chasm on its path.
The golem crumbled as it served its purpose with a finger snap. She needed to hasten her pace, or things would be out of her favor.