It didn't take long for the first wave of magical creatures to show up and attack them. Those bipedal fish charged forward, wielding all kinds of weapons—swords, spears, daggers, bows, and of course, staves to channel water magic.
They attacked from both close range and long distance. Individually, they weren't very strong. In fact, they were weaker than the creatures William had faced on the lower floors of the dungeon.
But their strength came from their numbers. There were a lot of them. William quickly counted around fifty charging at their group—and that was after exploring the city for less than twenty minutes.
William drew his sword and rushed toward the enemies. With his free left hand, he started channeling black fire magic, launching massive fireballs that exploded among the fish creatures, killing several at once.
