Ben's eyes snapped downward. A massive wave of Ravagers sprinted toward the entrance, claws digging deep into the earth, tearing through the fungal terrain with terrifying speed.
They weren't just attacking. They were going to break through. The Krell Archers loosed their arrows—dark streaks slicing through the air, striking down the first line of attackers. Some fell, screeching as they crashed into the ground, their bodies twitching.
But it wasn't enough. For every Ravager that fell, ten more surged forward.
What use was a handful of projectiles against a hundred enemies?
"Reinforce the gate! NOW!" Ben barked, already turning on his heel, sprinting full speed back to the stronghold. 'If this was a game, I'd just press M and teleport back.'
