Arrival of the Magician!

Cough! Cough!

The leader coughed out a mouthful of blood as they slowly pulled the blade embedded to their stomach. 

Katrina supported the leader with a worry plastered on her face. Blood was dripping on one of her eyes as it got unfortunately stabbed by a blade earlier. 

She and the leader were already pale as a sheet of paper due to the blood loss. If not for them being Level Two humans, they would have surely collapsed by now. 

Around them, they were still surrounded by a dozen or so hybrids. It's not that they didn't kill any but it was because reinforcements kept on coming one after the other.

They no longer even know how many hybrids they have killed already. All they know is that the dead bodies of the hybrids were also sprawled around them.