Twang! Twang! Twang! Twang!
A barrage of bolts rained down, hitting the advancing goblins and thinning their ranks.
Amidst this chaos, Asura's concentration culminated in the transformation of the large fireball into a lifelike, real-sized flame tiger.
This fiery creature leaped from the wall, blazing through the goblin ranks, incinerating any it touched to ash.
Circe watched Asura's display of power. "Wow, you're so strong, Asura. You can kill so many of them in one strike,"
However, her internal thoughts painted a different picture.
'So pretentious. Oh God, he wasted so much time just for that. Just throw a few fireballs and be done with it…'
The flame tiger rampaged through the goblin ranks, annihilating dozens before it eventually dissipated.
Asura then creates several smaller fireballs in his hands.
This time, he launched them directly at the enemy, each one detonating upon impact, causing small explosions that wreaked havoc among the goblins.
As the sweat started to appear on his brow, Asura called out. "Circe dear, can you take the other side?"
"Of course," Circe replied confidently.
She then turned to the man behind her. "You stay here and provide backup."
The man responded with a nod. "Yes, miss," As he resumed targeting and shooting the goblins.
Circe swiftly jumped down the wall, her mind racing with thoughts.
'Asura's attitude has done a complete 180 since he found out I'm a mutant. '
'He keeps trying to woo me, but that actually works to my advantage.'
'It'll be easier to get close to him now. I just hope I can complete the task assigned by the Imagin without any hitches.'
Transforming her fingers into sharp claws, she charged forward.
Moving swiftly through the wave of goblins, her claws cutting through them with ease.
Each strike left a trail of green goblin blood in her wake.
[You get 1 Points!]
[You get 1 Points!]
[You get 1 Points!]
[You get 1 Points!]
[Your exp raised by 12%!]
Circe quickly found herself face-to-face with one of the wolf riders.
The wolf bared its jaws, and the goblin rider thrust its spear towards her.
Circe dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Seizing the opportunity, she jumped again, this time swiftly decapitating the goblin rider.
Taking control of the situation, she mounted the wolf and began searching for the core, stabbing her sharp fingers into the creature.
Just as she thought she had located it, her actions were abruptly interrupted.
BAM!!!
In a sudden, earth-shattering moment, the wolf was crushed into a pulp.
The ground quaked and cracked under the immense weight of the orc.
The orc's club, studded with sharp spikes, had smashed through the wolf and into the ground with devastating impact.
Circe suspended midair with the massive orc below her.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, her heart pounding in her chest.
[The One That Creates Hope tells you to jump!]
She looks at the notification. 'If I hesitate even for a moment, I'm done for,'
.
Taking a deep breath, she descended towards the orc, and he raised his spiked club in a baseball swing posture.
The deadly spikes of the club whizzed perilously close to her face, but Circe was ready.
In a split-second decision, she extended her iron claws.
CLANG!!!
The metal sound echoed as Circe's iron claws met the spiked club.
The force of the impact sent her flying backward, the vibrations from the collision numbing her hand and sending waves of pain throughout her body.
With a heavy crash, she landed on the ground, her body aching with bruises and pain from the harsh landing.
Struggling to stand amidst the pain, Circe found herself in a dangerous situation.
The nearby goblins began to gather on her.
Each one brandished their weapons menacingly.
[The One That Creates Hope is disappointed in You]
[He sent you an item]
In front of Circe, a red bottle materialized out of thin air.
[Drink it!]
Her heart was racing from the near-death experience and the disappointment from Faust.
She swiftly grabbed the bottle and gulped down its contents.
She immediately felt a tingling, itching sensation spreading across her wounds.
It was uncomfortable, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Ignoring the protests of her battered body, Circe pushed herself to stand up.
Each movement was a struggle against the pain and discomfort.
With a yell, she steadied herself.
Then, a goblin wielding an axe jumped at Circe.
With swift movement, she tore through it effortlessly, her face now splattered with a mix of red and green blood.
No sooner had she dealt with this foe than another goblin attacked from behind.
Circe spun around. She deflected the goblin's sword with one claw while her other claw ripped through its body.
The goblin got stuck on her hand, its green innards spilling out in a mess display.
Her eyes, burning with red-tinted determination, quickly focused on another goblin dashing toward her.
She throws the impaled goblin as a projectile, crashing it into the incoming attacker.
CRASH!!!
Then, she dashed forward and tore both goblins apart.
Her gaze then shifted to the Orc, who was watching her with interest
[You get 1 Points!]
[You get 1 Points!]
….
Meanwhile, Faust keeps an eye on the screen as he shoots at the goblins.
Aurelia was locked in combat with two wolf riders.
As Nex was engaged in a battle against the Orc
Faust was calculating his next moves.
'Good, this way Circe will try her best and won't even consider aligning with another Imagin.'
'Agony, how is your avatar on the other side?' Faust talks from his mind.
Agony replied, 'It's fine. We have some casualties, but the traps are still unused.'
'As planned, I've taken over one of the dying bodies.'
Faust assessed the situation as he said.
'Good. They have Braxton on the other side; it should be fine.'
Agony asked. 'Won't they find out?'
Faust replied. 'Just block the wave. Let some of them die, so the Imagin won't care.'
'They'll probably think you're a new mutant who barely survived.'
'Let the new champion of the Imagin take over now. Just help from the background,'
"Alright," Agony agreed.
Faust then turns his attention to Imagin's chat…