The machine of war continued to rage on, as my balloon kept moving right and left, while both my hands were busy, one slashing with the sword, sending any monster hit by it far away, and the other held the spear, creating endless holes in their bodies.
As for my players, they kept attacking, using the toxic and damaging effect of these monsters' corpses against them.
It took roughly three hours for the new gears to show up in the field, where many scenes of greater damage caused by players started to be apparent on the whole long frontline.
I knew if things kept going like this, this monstrous attack on us would be defeated! And knowing that obviously meant my enemies also knew it.
So, if they wanted to prevent us from entering layer fifteen now, for some unknown reason to me, then they would keep sending off their monsters to keep our company.
