Chapter 197
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, chaos reigned.
The heroes fought relentlessly, muscles aching and breathing heavy, as they tried to thin the never-ending horde of beasts that surged toward them. Yet, for every monster they felled, three more seemed to take its place. Roars, screeches, and battle cries filled the air, mingling with the scent of scorched earth and blood.
Despite the overwhelming numbers, the tide had not yet turned in the beasts' favor—thanks in large part to the presence of several elite heroes who carved through the enemy lines like reapers in a field. With every passing second, limbs flew, blood spilled, and creatures howled in agony. But the heroes were growing tired. And the beasts? They just kept coming.
The true threat wasn't the strength of the beasts—it was the endlessness of them.
