"The second level is taken, but we've lost twenty men, almost all the reserves got wiped out. Is this intensity for real? Is this the kind of instance we're supposed to be able to take on at this stage? Are the devs going nuts from overtime?"
On the frontlines of the Plague Town, Stick Brother exhausted and angry, looked at the north gate which just closed again, the thick barrier of Spiritual Energy blocking his view towards the town entirely.
Stick Brother was internally fuming, and his surviving companions exiting Plague Town seemed equally frustrated and in pain.
Their armors were marked with corrosive damage, and a few unlucky ones had terrifying scars from severe poison injuries, grimacing in pain, only able to move forward slowly with the help of others.
Meanwhile, Lin was holding a bunch of Spiritual Energy dog tags, which alone testified to the difficulty of today's strategic challenge.
