Bab 236: White Bishop...

SLASH!

A bluish white crescent of light carved through the air, slicing cleanly through the monster before Lucas and continuing its deadly arc to fell a line of white beasts trailing behind.

Despite his steady, relentless assault, the sheer number of monsters filling the dungeon was beginning to test his nerves.

"Just how many of them are there?" he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone as he cleaved through another wave.

While individually weaker than most C-rank creatures, the monsters' overwhelming numbers left him questioning if there was truly an end to this horde.

Nearby, Janica wiped sweat from her brow, her breathing ragged. "Ugh! This reminds me of that time when President Dorothy went on a rampage," she complained, voice tense with irritation.

Every strike she delivered whittled away her mana reserves, leaving her painfully aware of how ill-suited she was to drawn-out fights.