As the battle raged on, more corpses piled up. The pungent smell of blood was thick in the air as the symphony of clashing swords rang in the forest.
Ethan grew worried as the six knights around him were panting for breath. They were severely exhausted by the constant onslaught of swords and hidden weapons coming at them from all sides.
Nearly thirty minutes had passed. There were no visible signs of the barrier collapsing although it shook even more violently with each strike and attempt to break it down.
Ethan narrowed his eyes wryly as he looked at the knights with a pained gaze seeing that one of the knights had taken a hidden flying dagger head-on with his own body to protect him.