Instead, he depended more on his arrows, releasing them far behind, to attack the incoming monsters and buying himself enough time to deal with the ones nearby.
One minute passed after another, and William kept killing monsters without pause.
"Damn! The monkeys are here!" After twenty minutes, he finally heard something quite familiar. It wasn't the sound of the approaching Ibra unfortunately, but the sound of the scarlet monkeys running towards here from the deep parts of the forest.
"What is taking you this long, old man!" William knew if the monkeys appeared here, then trying to keep this monster safe wasn't going to work.
Selecting between fighting and protecting this monster all alone for a long time and ditching it behind and saving himself was a decision he knew which one he'd take in the end.
"Stop calling me old man! I'm not that old!" and just when William thought keeping this monster was a lost cause, the sound of Ibra came to bring up hope to him.
