Around the perimeter, similar scenes unfolded. Vanguard soldiers, their faces glowing with grim determination, fought with a ferocity fueled by desperation.
A young woman with fiery red hair used her gauntlets to create miniature black bursts sending blasts that knocked beasts off their feet.
A hulking man with a shaved head used his enhanced strength to rip a direboar in half with his bare hands, the beast's surprised snarl dying in his throat.
Yet, for every beast they killed, like prior, two more seemed to take its place. The tide, momentarily held back by the Vanguard's desperate resistance, began to seep through the gaps in their formation.
Panic flickered in some soldiers' eyes, but it was quickly quelled by the booming voice of a sergeant.
"Hold the line!" he roared, his voice laced with a desperate hope. "For Azkai! For Glory! For death!"
