Letia was somewhat stunned when she saw this scene.
But she quickly reacted.
This was not herself…
The surrounding environment was different from before, and what stood before her was not a Monster Tide, but a massive Lord.
More importantly… looking down, there were two heavy mounds of flesh.
Her own were not that large.
So Letia immediately understood one thing.
The current perspective was not her own, but Jessica of Dawnblade.
It was the Script again.
To be honest, since returning from the Second Floor Twenty-Seven, almost no new scenes had appeared in the Script within her mind.
But now, one had suddenly popped up.
This abnormality naturally piqued Letia’s alertness.
Although she had no way to control the body, she still observed and analyzed the current situation very seriously.
A large amount of text gradually emerged in her mind, and combined with the description before her, Letia gradually began to understand something.
Because they had not finished recuperating and had been on a continuous forced march, problems had arisen even when following Red’s Combat Plan.
During a battle, the members of Dawnblade were discovered by a Lord and failed to reach the designated combat zone.
They were currently inside a building where the terrain was narrow, which almost completely restricted Jessica’s performance.
Furthermore, this Lord had low magic resistance but extremely high physical resistance, meaning Jessica had to join the fight.
However, if she cast spells here, it would very likely cause the building to collapse, and everyone would be buried alive.
And even more importantly, during the initial encounter, Jessica’s right hand had been struck by the Lord’s hammer, making it impossible for her to cast spells at all.
“What should we do?”
Bethany’s anxious voice came from beside her ear.
She never had much of an opinion of her own, and at a time like this, she appeared even more panicked.
Liz blocked the Lord’s attack expressionlessly, but her forehead was already covered in sweat.
clang!!
Pulling the dazed Jessica back, she once again parried the Lord’s slash.
A Plan was just a Plan; adaptability on the field was far more important.
From the founding of Dawnblade until now, although they had encountered many dangers and difficulties, this was the first time they had faced such a clueless situation.
Confronted with the sudden appearance of a Lord, the three of them were like headless flies, having no idea what to do next.
Previously, Red was there; that man could always figure out an escape route for the Team at the first possible moment, avoiding unnecessary combat and losses.
So, it could be said that while they encountered many difficulties, the journey had been relatively smooth sailing.
But now, they were all completely bewildered.
How to run and how to retreat were both major problems.
Even more importantly, with the loss of their Frontline, it was almost impossible to shake off the Lord’s pursuit.
Letia was observing from a third-person perspective, and she quickly discovered something wrong.
Monica… was gone?
Logically speaking, this woman who acted as a safety fuse behind Dawnblade shouldn’t have disappeared at a time like this.
What was going on?
Turning her gaze back to the scene, Liz’s face was currently quite pale.
The Knight Sword in her hand, which had been personally forged and enchanted for her by Red, now had a blade edge so damaged it was unrecognizable.
Yet Liz still gripped the hilt tightly.
She slowly closed her eyes and held the Knight Sword horizontally in front of her.
Flames ignited on her hand as she pressed them against the blade, slowly sliding from right to left.
Immediately, the Knight Sword ignited with Dark Purple Flame.
“Liz…”
Jessica clutched her aching arm and looked up at Liz in front of her.
Compared to Liz’s petite figure, the three-meter-tall Lord was like a massive mountain.
Fear, despair, regret, and self-reproach gradually spread through her heart.
At this moment, only one thought remained in Jessica’s mind.
If Red were still here… perhaps they wouldn’t have fallen into such a desperate situation, right?
In a moment like this, that man would definitely be the first to stand at the very front of the Team to buy precious time for their retreat.
But now, it seemed everything was too late.
Compared to Jessica, Liz appeared exceptionally calm.
“Bethany, take Jessica and go first.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll hold the rear.”
In this moment, she also thought of Red.
On the Twenty-Third Floor, during that life or death moment, had that man… also stood at the very front with the same feelings she had now?
He was clearly just a Great Magician of Creation…
He was clearly a guy who should have been honestly protected by her, yet he had made such moves time and time again.
Thinking about it carefully… it really makes one annoyed.
“Who… needs your protection!”
Liz stepped forward with her Sword, and the Dark Purple Flame almost burned everything in the vicinity to cinders.
As a genius Knight of the Capital, Liz truly lived up to her Talent.
Even facing a Lord of the Twenty-Fourth Floor alone, she did not fall into a disadvantage at this moment.
But anyone with eyes could see that she couldn’t hold out like this for long.
“What are you still standing there for! Go!”
With Liz’s angry roar, the dazed Jessica and Bethany could only take the first step.
Facing a unit with high physical resistance, Bethany, the Elf Archer, couldn’t help at all.
Jessica, who should have been the main damage dealer, now had a broken right hand and was similarly a burden.
Besides running, there seemed to be no other way.
Time slowly passed, and the light from the Dark Purple Flame behind them gradually diminished until it completely disappeared.
After running for an unknown amount of time, just as Bethany was about to catch her breath, the sound of the ground vibrating reached their ears.
At that moment, both of their faces turned deathly pale.
That was the sound of a Monster Tide!
But the problem was, with the monster density of the Twenty-Fourth Floor, it was fundamentally impossible for a Monster Tide to form!?
***
The imagery came to an abrupt halt here, and Letia jerked awake from her dream.
Only then did she realize that her back was already soaked in a cold sweat.
Although it had ended in darkness, Letia knew that the final end for Bethany and Jessica would definitely not be good.
Logically, it shouldn’t be like this…
Based on her understanding, if a character—even an insignificant supporting character—is killed off without sufficient emotional buildup for the readers, it would likely cause confusion and misunderstanding.
In the original Script, after Red left the Team, Bethany seemed to have frequently spoken ill of Red behind his back and caused him trouble.
But under her own interference, Red had rarely encountered those two from Dawnblade.
Based on the direction of the Script, there shouldn’t be a reason to liquidate these two.
She couldn’t figure it out…
Letia poured herself a cup of coffee, truly somewhat unable to solve the puzzle.
“Forget it, forget it, I won’t think about this for now.”
After taking a sip of coffee, Letia thought of a possibility.
Since Red was the male protagonist in the Script, then… saving his former teammates during a life or death moment…
Wouldn’t that count as a way of grandstanding?