The Adventurers' Counteroffensive
Without another word, Clara lowered her battle helmet.
The massive gates were now fully opened.
Drawing a deep breath, she tightened her grip on her weapon before charging out of the gates with her group of adventurers, leading them straight toward the undead mages.
The thunder of boots shook the ground as nearly a hundred adventurers poured out of Fantom City's gates behind Clara. Dust billowed beneath their feet while the bitter scent of blood, smoke, and corrupted mana filled the air.
No one spoke.
There was no need.
Every person running beside Clara understood exactly what their mission was.
Destroy the undead mages.
They all knew that if the enemy spellcasters were left alone, the city walls would eventually crumble beneath the endless bombardment.
Even though fear lingered in their hearts, none of them turned back.
These were not inexperienced recruits.
The adventurers who had remained inside Fantom City were all veterans.
