What Lies in The Depths

Hours into the battle, the situation looked grim.

The Dogaron charged at the Doom Knights, killing them in droves. It became unthinkably swift, with every slash of its claws, it would tear away the shields with the arms attached to the Doom Knights. Then with its other claw, it would rip the torso from head then move on to another Doom Knight. The casualties in Dave's ranks grew by each passing minute.

And the ore the Doom Knights died, the more difficult the battle became.

"Demeri, you got any more juice?" Dave asked.

"I need a bit to regen more mana, I can't slow it down now!"

"I'm also exhausted," Perfect Shot huffed, his constant use of [Nature's Call] drained all of his mana.

"Damn this berserk mode is annoying," Dave cursed.

"This thing has only 10% of its HP left, why the hell is it more difficult to kill than before." Blaster groaned. Flanker was currently healing him as he suffered an almost fatal wound.