Seeing a clear path forward sparked a surprising surge of motivation. By now, the hideous appearance of the Head Pitchers had also become quite familiar. As time passed, the rain of arrows thinned, and the number of remaining monsters visibly dwindled. Cadel slowly stood up. It would be best to finish them off while they were still disoriented. Cadel looked back at Ron and Babil to relay his simple strategy. But before he could even open his mouth, he spotted Babil’s blood-soaked shoulder.