In one of the other three routes taken by the rest of the Class Groups, Elementalist-D stood among the wreckage of the beasts they had just put down, breathing hard but victorious.
Several of the monkey beasts had been reduced to scorched, cracked bodies where fire and lightning had hit them. Others lay frozen where they had tried to leap and missed, their claws still dug into the dirt as if they had died mid-rush.
Kallan Kallahan straightened slowly, cracking his knuckles as lightning sizzled around them. He looked annoyed more than tired, which was usually his default expression whenever a fight ended without enough satisfaction.
Cecil stood beside him with a sharp grin, still looking like he had barely worked up a sweat.
Leslie, an Ice Mage, wiped blood from one arm while Lingram, Verdant Mage, kicked a dead Macaque aside with a grimace.
