Morning came, and Damian was glad that no one had disturbed him throughout the night. He had sensed some movement in the middle of the night from the highswords, but nothing had come near his camp. After breakfast, once again storing Dreamlight, they continued grinding.
The monsters had gathered in large numbers around the barrier, so Damian conjured a thick air shield to keep them at bay while his many teammates swiftly cut them down. These were still packs of Lord-ranked monsters, occasionally led by a King-ranked one. However, not everyone in the group could handle such foes alone. Today, Damian decided to impose some order.
