Too many to handle (1)
His mind was still trying to recover from the influx of mana and the chaos of his emotions.
His companions worked with even more haste, sawing open termites' shells to retrieve the pulsing mana clusters within.
Kenway's face was taut with strain, while sweat dotted Leo's brow.
Only Calvin seemed unbothered, his undead creations lending aid as needed. Sebastian's undead did the same.
The Rune Master favored speed over care. His spear cut termites apart with abandon, cracking exoskeletons and rupturing flesh.
Scaled blue orbs tumbled free from the bodies as the group collected them, coating their hands in gore.
The skittering bombardment was getting closer, and its pitch was increasing from menacing to deafening.
As he turned to watch the moundfang termites approaching, Sebastian's excitement grew as he saw the fangeds approaching.