Time flew by, and the next beast wave was upon them sooner than anyone anticipated.
Magnus stood before his troops, gaze fixed on the horizon, waiting for the inevitable. Each tick of the clock felt like an eternity.
Finally, a distant cloud of dust announced the horde's approach. Magnus's brows furrowed. The sheer size of the dust cloud indicated an overwhelming number of beasts. Even the combined forces of the previous three waves paled in comparison.
Behind Magnus, the men swallowed hard, their chests tightening. Their confidence, bolstered by Magnus's new summon and their upgraded weaponry, began to waver. As the dust cloud grew larger, fear slowly crept into their hearts.
Magnus sensed their rising anxiety and knew he had to act. He couldn't afford to let fear cripple them, not now.