'Die... die... die...' Lumine repeated in her mind, irritated by the endless swarm of furry creatures. She drove her sword into one rat after another, her strikes quick and precise. Though the constant fighting had improved her speed and efficiency—her movements now far more controlled with fewer wasted motions—it was still frustrating.
It wasn't enough to escape the disgusting stench and sticky blood that clung to her with every kill. Worse, despite her growing skill, she still took hits here and there, small mistakes slipping through simply because of the sheer number of enemies.
She wasn't the only one feeling fed up. The entire team was growing restless. They had spent almost the entire afternoon searching for the source of these creatures, and now, with half the evening gone, they still had nothing to show for it.
