Real Battle
When the Harbingers took care of the Berserk Battle Ghouls on their side, Samar turned his attention to the other Players. His eyes quickly searched for the only team that had endured the waves of Ghouls with his Harbingers, the Scarlet Heart Guild.
The condition of the Scarlet Heart Guild was indeed not looking good. They had been fighting for over an hour without a break and fatigue was catching up with them.
"Erven, Catnip, Reinforce the Second platoon! Use the Tier 3 Magic Scroll, Forest of Thorns, to slow down the Ghouls." Marna commanded, her chest heavy from the lack of breather. She leaned on her Halberd and tried to wipe the sweat off her forehead but the result was she smeared the blood on her hands on her face, making her countenance even more horrifying.
Each and every Black Blood in the team was exhausted. Their maneuvers were not as precise anymore and the reflexive responses had also declined considerably.
