There was no time to mourn, no time to process the loss that had just unfolded before Tristan's eyes. The battle continued to rage, unrelenting in its chaos.
As the Golem variants closed in, Tristan's heart hammered painfully against his ribs. He saw his fellow DPS warriors being systematically picked off one by one.
Their valiant efforts and their fierce combat styles all reduced to nothing before the might of the Golems, who were even low-level compared to them.
It was only because they were outnumbered.
And he thought that they would overwhelm Snow Angels. He was so sure that they would massacre them –– but how come it was the opposite?
Tristan's breath came in ragged bursts, panic and disbelief welling within him.
How had everything unraveled so quickly? Where had he gone wrong?