"The mana potions are running out! We can't keep up!!"
With each passing second, the flood was only growing stronger, and the mercenaries struggled to even keep using their abilities due to the immense consumption of mana. The storage was completely emptied of all the potions and the situation wasn't anywhere near stable.
"Close the gates and build the walls around them!" One mercenary yelled at the top of his lungs as he found himself in water that reached his waist. Its temperature was enough to freeze his legs to death.
"No! The water level will quickly increase!"
"Dammit! Why is this happening now?! What the hell are those bastards doing on the second floor?!"
"Cold! Cold!!"
The chaos Isla witnessed in those several seconds was so comically dark that she didn't even know how to react. The mercenaries seemed completely hopeless as they fought the water current as if their lives depended on it.