The homunculi surged forward in perfect unison, crystal limbs extended like spears. Leone and the remaining survivors formed a tight defensive circle, weapons raised against the seemingly endless tide of artificial beings.
"We can't fight through all of them," Leone shouted, his blade severing a crystalline appendage that came too close. "There are too many!"
Blood continued seeping from Klaus's shoulder wound, his uniform now dark with saturation. His Four Eyes perceived the chamber's layout with perfect clarity despite his injuries, identifying potential routes to the surface. Every path was blocked by homunculi or the Duke's expanding form. Conventional tactics would fail.
Time for unconventional ones.
"Stay close to me," Klaus ordered, his decision made.
