Chapter 89: 90. A Warning Blares

A rabid swarm of these Organized encroached on their position. The streets and lanes of this bizarre circus were filled with countless mangled creatures, their bodies contorting and folding into unrecognizable shapes.

The lack of any bone structure left them flailing around as they ran on all fours like the animals they so desperate masqueraded as. Blades, arrows, shrapnel of ice and fireballs found their mark and obliterated their flesh.

The mages in the backlines, which were defended without fail by Res, hauled magic after magic against the onslaught. All 14 of the Adventures gathered in a ring-like formation where the support and ranged remained.

There were at least 6 people there, with the remaining 8 cleaving through their foes with relentless strikes.

Blood and gore painted the musky earth as the horrid sounds of screaming, growling and the splattering of organs played in this chaotic theatrical.

Where one perished another two seemingly took its place and mixed within the masses were the slow Unorganized.

The animal-skin monsters that sought to rob the Adventurers of their organs.

“HAAAAAAAH!” One screamed, flailing as one of the Organizers clutched onto their body and plopped an organ akin to the external stomach found in starfish.

The acid began to eat at this poor adventure, but thankfully, they were rescued by their fellow comrades before it could eat into their metal armor.

“CHECK YOUR MANA PEOPLE! THEY’RE NOT THE STRONG ONES, SO PRESERVE YOUR MANA UNTIL THE HEART ARRIVES!” This voice belonged to the Paladin, Perla, who closely stuck by the support with her spear and shield in hand.

Magical barriers were casted in addition, and when Frost checked the status of them, she was surprised to see that they indeed possessed their own set of stats.

 

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