Panic threatened to consume them completely.
Until the one in charge of the emblem saw his book on the statistics page.
"The magical damage!" he exclaimed, his voice barely audible over the roar of the approaching Locus. "The emblem doubles it!"
This revelation came just in time to lift their spirits. Hope flickering to life in their eyes.
As they retreated, cornered by the horde of seemingly invincible monsters, the last of the second round of attacks from the front line was fired. And then... It finally happened.
The Locus began to fall.
Six attacks. That was the cost to bring down one of these enhanced monsters.
A victory, yes, but one that came at an alarming price. The group exchanged glances, their brief elation tempered by the realization of the challenge that still lay ahead.
The euphoria of seeing the first Locus fall was ephemeral.