"There are 3 Desolate Beasts!"
Beatrice's panicked voice echoed through the tense atmosphere. Using her spirit senses, she detected the imminent threat of multiple Desolate Beasts leading a formidable beast tide.
A beast tide, a phenomenon where numerous beast creatures congregated and moved in unison, was a dreaded occurrence. This time, over 300 beasts surged forward, among them three dozen mythical creatures, led by three formidable desolate beasts—all of them Lizard-types common to the Dark Marshes.
Despite their intimidating presence, encountering such a horde was relatively commonplace on this savage level 7 planet. However, their timing, coupled with the increasing number of phantom creatures, made the situation dire.
"They are 400 miles away and closing, what should we do?" Beatrice's inquiry, tinged with tension, echoed the apprehension shared by the old formation master.
