The battle against the Phagi was proceeding much as one might have anticipated.
For the past hour, it had been characterized by an unrelenting and efficient extermination.
After Nia successfully eliminated the defenders of the first stronghold, she pressed on with her campaign of destruction.
Each of the other women mirrored her actions, outright dismantling the enemy's forces until they converged together outside the fortress of the Prince of Phagi.
Meanwhile, Ash found himself in his own clash, facing off against the two Existential Horrors—though, in truth, it was more like he was toying with them until the novelty wore off.
Wielding his spear with relentless precision, he never let up for a second, denying them even the slightest chance to close the distance.
Much like the sword and chain he had mastered before, the spear felt as natural to him as any part of his body.
