Several hours into the intense battle, the strain of the relentless fighting began to show. Nana, her forehead beaded with sweat, fought alongside the younger soldiers who were supporting each other with admirable courage and teamwork.
Amidst the chaos, she pondered a strategic question. "I wonder why they only spawn in this direct path, though.
Wouldn't it be more beneficial to them if they just spawned in the capital?" she mused aloud, her mind analyzing the tactics of their mysterious enemy even as she fought.
As she raised her wand toward the oncoming wave of mindless creatures, each one a mirror image of the others, Nana's focus was razor-sharp.
The creatures, brandishing sharp blades, dove towards her in a frenzied assault. With precise movements, she directed her wand, unleashing a torrent of water bullets.
