The wave of corruption crashed down on them.
"DEFEND!" Jonah roared, the command loud sound in the sudden chaos.
There was no time for a plan. There was only instinct. Draven and Maul moved as one, a twin wall of muscle and steel meeting the wave of screaming monsters.
CRUNCH!
Maul, a being of pure rage, smashed into the first line of Thorned Horrors. The creatures were torn apart like wet paper, but more climbed over their fallen brethren. The brute roared, a deep sound of pure anger and held its ground.
Beside him, Draven was a blur of motion. His greatsword, glowing with the golden light of an Ultra Awakened, was a whirlwind of destruction. Where Maul was a sledgehammer, Draven was a scalpel, each swing slicing through a monster with deadly precision.
SLICE! SHUNK!
Behind them, the real battle began.
