Maylock intently scanning the battlefield. His eyes darted from one point to another, identifying players he needed to connect with. Each time he spotted someone, he pointed them out to Elowen, who would then establish telepathic communication. She even mimicked his tone perfectly.
"This is Maylock. Don't question why my voice is that of a woman," Elowen said, relaying the message. "You, yes, you're the Guild Master of Cute Baby. I know you. You're good at leading your guild, even though your numbers are small. I need your cooperation."
On the battlefield, a swordsman froze in surprise. "Maylock? From the Ass Guild? How? Yes, what should I do?"
"Have your members focus on attacking the Crow Guardian," Elowen continued in Maylock's voice. "Keep it occupied, blocking your attacks. That'll make it harder for the monster to cast its spells."
"Eh, yes, sir!" the man replied, excitement in his voice. "Ah… and I am a fan, haha."
Wait, wait, wait… that colossal spear though!
Since when did Broken have a weapon like that?!
I mean, this guy always had some insane skills, but a spear the size of a skyscraper coming down from the clouds?