Hearing Eccar's words, all the adventurers immediately snapped back to attention, eyes locking toward the direction of the rift. They still couldn't see it through the mist, but now they knew that was where the enemy would come from.
"Oh, shit," Eccar muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It's multiple now."
The air grew heavier. The adventurers froze again, that cold grip of fear trying to creep back into their veins.
"I'll handle one," Eccar said casually, scanning their tense faces. "You all handle the rest, okay?"
He paused, then corrected himself with a sly grin. "Actually, I'll handle two. You just take care of one."
