As the battle raged on, Montaser, using his spiritual sense, suddenly alerted Fray, "There's more monsters approaching."
Without flinching, Fray inquired, "How many?"
"More than two hundred," Montaser replied.
Hearing this, Fray turned towards Lester and commanded, "It's time for your men to join the battle."
Lester grinned defiantly and responded, "Alright."
Thus, as the number of monsters grew, the Arezo family knights joined the fray, bringing their formidable sword skills to bear against the monstrous horde. Among them were Timmy and Tom, a pair of twins known for their exceptional prowess in sword combat. With synchronized movements, they weaved a dance of death, their blades cutting through the air with precision and grace. Together, they formed an impenetrable wall of steel, fending off the relentless attacks of the monsters.
Seraphina, a battle-hardened warrior bearing a scar across her left cheek, exuded an aura of resilience and determination. With her trusted sword in hand, she moved with calculated ferocity, striking down the monsters with unwavering precision. Her battle instincts were honed through countless encounters, and she fearlessly led the charge, inspiring those around her with her unwavering resolve.
Rosalind, a nimble rogue, darted through the chaos with unmatched agility. Her slender form weaved between the monsters' attacks, her dual daggers glinting in the pale moonlight. She struck with surgical precision, exploiting the monsters' weaknesses. Her acrobatic maneuvers and cunning tactics provided crucial support to the other knights.
Lastly, Bastion, a towering figure, advanced with deliberate steps. His massive shield, emblazoned with the Arezo family crest, absorbed the brunt of the monsters' assaults, while his colossal greatsword cleaved through their ranks. Each swing of his weapon was a display of raw power, capable of rending the monsters apart with sheer force. His imposing presence on the battlefield inspired both awe and fear among the enemy ranks.
Together, the Parada family knights, armed with their spirits, and the Arezo family knights, masters of swordsmanship, fought side by side. Their synergy created a symphony of martial prowess and magical might, pushing back the monstrous onslaught with unwavering determination. Their skills complemented each other, forming a formidable force that refused to falter.
The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of swirling blades, explosive spells, and acrobatic maneuvers. Each member of the united force fought with unwavering dedication, their individual strengths shining brightly amidst the darkness. The combined might of the Parada and Arezo family knights turned the tide of the battle, pushing the monsters back, inch by hard-fought inch.
As hours passed, the relentless assault of the knights overwhelmed the monsters. The creatures, once formidable adversaries, now found themselves outmatched and overpowered. The knights pressed forward, striking with precision and coordinated attacks. The monsters roared in fury and desperation, but their defeat was imminent.
The sun began its ascent, casting a golden hue over the battlefield littered with defeated pale monsters, providing a glimmer of warmth amidst the chilling atmosphere. Exhausted and battered, the Parada and Arezo knights took a moment to catch their breath. Their armor was dented and bloodied from the relentless combat, and the battle had been far more grueling than they had anticipated.
Amidst the aftermath, Fray surveyed the state of his knights, unable to shake the feeling that these monsters were stronger than expected.
The number of monsters that had attacked them was just over three hundred, not an overwhelming horde by any means. On paper, it seemed like a balanced match between the knights and their foes. But the reality of the battlefield told a different story. The monsters had proven to be much stronger than expected.
Fray couldn't help but reflect on the challenges that lay ahead. If three hundred monsters had posed such a formidable challenge, what awaited them in this dungeon?
For now, as the sun continued its ascent and bathed the battlefield in gentle light, the group had no time to rest. It was time to continue their march through the thick storm, moving deeper into the dungeon.
Thus, days blurred together as the group resumed their journey, trying hard to avoid groups of monsters heading directly towards the boss and engaging in battle only when necessary.
Until...
Alone in the Frozen Abyss, the snowstorm raged, engulfing Fray in its icy embrace. He stood alone in the heart of the frozen wasteland, the relentless blizzard obscuring his vision and muffling the sound of his own breath. The world had transformed into a white void, and a deep sense of foreboding settled upon him.
Straining his senses, Fray felt a presence lurking just beyond the veil of snow. Shadows danced at the edge of his perception, hinting at the monstrous entities that surrounded him. Emerging from the swirling whiteness, the pale monsters took form, their gaunt figures a stark contrast against the desolate landscape.
Twisted and malformed, their bodies elongated and contorted in grotesque shapes, the creatures seemed to merge with the ethereal essence that permeated the air. Their hollow eye sockets glowed with a pale, haunting light, fixated on Fray with an insatiable hunger.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Fray knew he was trapped, isolated in this frozen nightmare with the pale monsters closing in from all sides.
Among the horde, the largest of the pale monsters stood out—a towering monstrosity commanding attention. It dwarfed its counterparts, its elongated limbs ending in razor-sharp claws that glinted ominously in the pale light. Its presence exuded an air of malevolence and power, drawing Fray's gaze like a moth to a flame.
Fray could feel the primal force emanating from this special monster, an entity more formidable and dangerous than the rest. Its eyes burned with a fiery intensity, betraying a heightened level of awareness and intelligence. The creature's massive frame seemed to blend seamlessly with the darkness, making it difficult to discern its true nature.
The storm's fury intensified as the pale monsters closed in on Fray. Their movements were swift and relentless, their grotesque forms twisting and contorting with unnatural agility. They circled him, their eerie cries blending with the howling wind, creating a disorienting symphony of terror.
Without showing any emotion on his face, Fray reached for the ring he wore and summoned a small ax, determined to face this nightmare head-on.
