Mutated Second Floor: The Grave of Grotesque Toads (10)
"Hold the line!" Sylus growled, his muscles screaming as he swung his sword again, forcing the creatures back.
Athena was barely keeping up, her magic starting to falter. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each spell taking more out of her than the last. She blasted a monster with a bolt of lightning, but two more immediately filled its place.
"They're closing in!" Athena shouted, her voice tinged with desperation.
Cyrus clenched his jaw, his mind racing as he struggled to find a way out. His mana was still unreachable, and the aether was draining fast. They couldn't keep this up much longer.
But they had no choice. They fought on, every move calculated, every swing of their weapons and blast of magic designed to buy them just a few more precious seconds.