Cassius's voice emerged thoughtful and tactical.
"But we can't handle that many B rank creatures. We'll be overwhelmed before reaching the controller."
Edrin's response was immediate, his analytical mind already processing strategy.
"We don't need to handle all of them."
His voice carried absolute certainty despite the exhaustion visible in his posture.
"We just need to kill the thing controlling them. If it dies, they all become mindless or cease functioning entirely."
He looked across the formation, making eye contact with Imperials and commoners alike.
"We don't need to slaughter every enemy. We just need to… rush."
The words hung in the air, simple and brutal.
Understanding dawned across multiple faces.
No need to fight.
Just… Rush!
Sprint through the horde, accept casualties, sacrifice everything to reach the target.
One desperate charge toward the only thing that mattered.
Crack!
The sound echoed from ahead, sharp and clear in the humid air.
Then more.
