I looked around after the combination of spells we both casted. "Twenty three people. I see. Well, we managed to knock out like around two hundred or something? It's still a job well done."
"But it seems that these people remaining aren't ordinary. Looked at their feet." Zeta then pointed at one of them. "There's no frozen marks or a sign of their feet being cold. They completely blocked both of our spells."
"Don't dwell on it. We're here to get the Flower of Zaratria, not go in a fight with someone."
"Yeah... I know."
I took a look again at the whole arena and it seems that everyone is cleaning up their share of the hellhounds attacking them. "It seems that the first stage is finished."
