The mountain valley trembled.
The earth shook beneath the countless feet of charging monsters as the second horde descended from every direction. Dire Wolves bounded over fallen trees, Rock Bears thundered across the ground, Venom Lizards slithered between the undergrowth, while flocks of Harpies darkened the sky above. At their center, the wounded Tyrant Drake released another earth-shaking roar, commanding the monsters with terrifying precision.
Behind Alex and Saeko, the battered adventurers instinctively tightened their formation.
Some gripped broken weapons.
Others struggled to stand despite their wounds.
Yet every eye was fixed on the two figures standing before the endless tide.
Alex slowly exhaled.
His sword disappeared into his Item Box.
Instead, a sleek silver magical gun materialized in his right hand. Elegant runes glowed across its barrel, pulsing rhythmically as mana coursed through the weapon.
Saeko smiled faintly.
"So you're finally bringing it out."
