Lyle's eyes glanced around, staring at the twisted forms that were emerging from the shadows. Each corrupted monster that appeared seemed to be more grotesque than the last, their twisted bodies pulsation with corruption that had clearly taken over them, their glowing eyes and sharp teeth glistening under the faint light while their low growls filled the air, sending shivers down the spines of those below the Grand Realm.
"Form up!" Nicholas quickly commanded as he moved to the very front while glancing at Lyle who was next to him.
"Those below the Grand Realm, stay back and support us with long-range attacks, the others, form up in a crescent formation, there's plenty of these bastards, so just aim and strike, don't let a single one pass us!"
