"Janet, do you really not have that elixir anymore?" As he retreated with his ragtag Metadomen, Augustus called out to Janet who had just repelled another berserk creature that lunged at the injured defenders.
"No. I told you, that's limited. Even I only managed to use one. Just hold on. You're a Camp Commander, damn it!" Janet's voice was firm, the strain of the battle evident in her tone.
"Ugh. Camp Commander or not, I can also be exhausted. Ugh. Forget it. How many Rare-ranks are still out there? Old Jude and Old Hector had already retired from injuries. The others, depleted of refined energy." Augustus grunted as he blocked an attack from another monster. He, himself, was on his last legs. He was only angling on the performance of his Metadome to continue withstanding the assault of stronger berserk beasts.
