Chapter 523 - 516. Weight of a Commander
Sweeping his gaze across the field, Bassena could see the rest of the airborne beasts had been taken care of. Some of the Specters had been felled, and the marksmen were in the middle of guiding.
Everything seemed to be fine right now, but with that looming presence of the titan and the invisible ray of death, Bassena didn’t think they should spend their time leisurely picking on those creatures one by one. The longer they spent on the battlefield, the more they would have to face the clone’s attack; and even though they could prevent more destruction thanks to Zein, it took a chunk of their defensive force to do so.
Not to mention...
He glanced at the guides who were running around between the marksmen and the magicians.
Yeah. Battle of attrition was not in their favor. Even if there was a looming shard on top of them--which they did not have, fortunately--the corrosion from skill usage would still pile up.
And so, they had to move fast while they still had the advantage. Who knew what the Fallen Star would do once it realized the attack couldn’t get through?
"Cease the spirits now," Bassena ordered, and Senia raised her hands obediently. Her eyes glowed and in the distance, the tornadoes started to wane until they scattered.
The tiny spirits rushed back toward Senia, but to Bassena’s order, she made them go round and zig-zagging instead of flying straight. The fragments, by instinct, chase them like cats chasing blinking lights, and Bassena used the chance to asses each fragment and calculated how many espers were needed for each one.
"All personnel, regroup!" he ordered through the speaker.
Except for those who were in charge of defending against the clone’s attack, the espers moved to make their own squad; each with at least a defender and a marksman, along with a support and a few warriors--just like how they did in a normal dungeon raid.
"Listen up; I’m going to give you your target!"