"On the count of three," said the bearer of the Emblem of Power. "One... two... THREE!"
The Locus, stunned by the sudden movement, took a second to react. That second was all the group needed.
Combos and individual attacks flew in all directions. Locus fell, but others took their place. It was a race against time, against desperation itself.
Behind them, their summons fiercely blocked, buying precious seconds for their masters. The sound of battle was deafening, a cacophony of roars, explosions, and screams.
Step by step, meter by meter, they approached the tunnel. The entrance seemed distant, unreachable, but they didn't allow themselves to doubt. Each step was a victory, each Locus taken down, a triumph.
But the Locus didn't give up. They jumped, attacked, launched themselves in endless waves.