The ridge loomed ahead, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The group pressed forward, the Aberrants clawing and snapping at their heels. Kazuichi's heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as he and the others fought through the relentless swarm.
The sounds of battle were deafening, each strike echoing across the landscape.
"Almost there!" Jurou roared, his voice strained but resolute. His sword cleaved through another Aberrant, the blade shining brightly in the dim light. The defensive aura around him flared with each swing, creating a protective barrier that deflected the Aberrants' frenzied attacks.
"I can't keep this up forever!" Ayaka shouted over the din, her daggers flashing in a deadly dance. She was visibly tired, but her resolve never wavered. Sweat dripped down her face, mingling with the grime of battle.
"Time to change tactics!" Kazuichi decided, that the need for action overrode his desire to keep his powers a secret.
