"Squish!"
Grim-faced, Tamara stomped her foot, crushing the last writhing mass of flesh into nothingness.
She had not fought at all along the way, nor had anyone mentioned it to her, but after checking several times she was forced to confirm this fact.
Here in this battle, not a hint of energy she expended was recovered.
These creatures, fearless of death, stood a good chance of reviving in the battles to come, if that was the case.
A sinking feeling abruptly gripped Tamara's heart.
"Is it against all Fourth Tiers, or just me?"
Tamara had to admit that she had underestimated this world.
"Teacher..."
From afar came Krus's voice, "Bilbo and the others..."
Turning around, out of the four druids who had entered with her, only Krus remained, looking utterly dishevelled.
A little further away, Eureka was clutching a corpse, while Camilla, having missed her target, turned her attack towards the trio of witch sisters.
She had succeeded in killing one with a suicidal assault.
