Dorian and Lucas did their all to fend off the charmed while the soldiers struggled to resist the defiled, this feat becoming several times more difficult as they had to fight with a rapidly waning pool of essence.
Soldiers wielding high-grade weapons and equipping high-grade armour, though this zone didn't give them a 100% drop rate, with how many they had killed the human forces were now armed to the teeth with quality gear, those alive at least.
The group's speed gradually climbed as the slower bunch among them began to die out to the savage bombardment of the corrupted, losing the ability to keep up, falling back into the heart of the horde with a dwindling sputter of essence.
It was a complete bloodbath on both sides, the soldiers saw red, their killing efficiency continuing to climb as their bronze genes stirred out of dormancy.
