Redo! Last Chance for a Dying World!

Zolis sat on the ramparts watching the fight going on below her. She took her time scrolling through her Skills and Talents, deciding what she wanted to rank up.

Just like the first time, she'd been offered three Classes to choose from. Each looked to be an upgrade of the Fighter Class.

She ended up choosing a Class called Champion, which boosted her Strength, Agility, and Wisdom. 

Zolis had been close to selecting the Mercenary Class that would have replaced Wisdom with Defense but decided against it.

If she'd learned anything from watching her husband, it was that processing the situation faster than your opponents was the most crucial aspect of a battle.

After thinking that, she couldn't help but look over to where he was yelling commands. He constantly tweaked their battle strategy while keeping those on the front line safe.

Every time he told someone to change their casting rate or mentioned for Jack or Sindri to adjust their stance slightly, the battle would become multiple times easier.

Of course, the changes were subtle at first, but after having fought the Direwolves for hours, it became apparent how much easier they were to defeat.

Geth's Protection Skill now lasted for more than ten minutes on each front-liner, whereas it had only held for a minute or so in the beginning.

The spellcasters originally ran out of Mana after some time, but after adjusting their rate of fire a few times, they were now able to keep up with their recovery.

Even with the reduced firing rate, the front-liners didn't start to struggle. 

The ranged fighters were hitting specific targets in the crowd that would cripple the army's movement slightly, keeping the ocean of wolves moving forward at a bearable pace.

'He's really something.'

From the moment she and the kids had woken up, Zolis had sensed a change in her husband. It was like this world was made just for him.

Before this had happened, Geth had been a taciturn individual and a bit of a recluse. Even when they'd met, he hadn't been very social.

One of his friends had asked to throw a party at his house. One of her friends dragged her there, almost against her will.

She was not interested in such frivolity and took a book to occupy herself. Zolis was pretty much there to take her friend home once she'd blacked out.

To her surprise, another person seemed to have the same idea as her. The man was just sitting in a corner, sipping scotch, reading, and ignoring the noise around him.

She'd sat down nearby with her book and waited for her friend. When it was finally time to leave, the quiet man caught her by the hand and quietly asked for her number.

More out of curiosity than anything, she agreed. A message had arrived not long after she left, asking her to come back another day for dinner.

Things bloomed from that small meeting. She joined him for dinner, and their date consisted of them sitting on the sofa, drinking wine, and reading quietly.

It wasn't something she'd experienced before, but it was warm and peaceful. She quickly found herself becoming attracted to the quiet young man.

The second time she visited, she made a move while they were reading. They ended up in the bedroom, and after that experience, she just couldn't stay away!

She looked over at her husband once again, a proud smile blossoming on her face. The changes in him were stimulating. 

His stern yet resolute expression. The way that his cape billowed behind him, like a hero from a storybook.

Even the posture in which he stood fascinated her. Any time she was with him, she felt a sense of security and gained an air of confidence.

Zolis continued to admire her husband until she realized that she'd started blushing. She shook her head wildly and looked away.

'I can think about that later...'

Inadvertently she had begun to think of some of the more pleasurable feelings that he brought into their relationship. Her face heated up even more.

'Come on! We're in the middle of a fight for our lives here. Get a grip!'

She slapped both of her cheeks to bring herself out of it. Her eyes shifted toward the only other woman in the party.

Sindri was a beautiful young woman. She'd started flirting with Zolis the moment they'd met.

She knew that the girl admired her husband as well, and from their conversations, someone had told Sindri about the type of relationship the married couple had.

Not that Zolis minded. She shook her head again and forced herself to shift her thoughts.

'I really need to get my priorities straight.'

****

Unbeknownst to what was going on in his wife's head, Geth continued to support the fighters on the front line. 

Sindri was only a few kills away from reaching Level 50 herself at this point. Then he would step in.

He glanced at the throng of wolves pushing into his funnel and noticed a slight change in their pace. They had sped up slightly.

"Filthy! Start targeting the legs of the Direwolves that are under six feet tall!"

Filthy nodded without glancing at him. His next few arrows either landed on the thighs or shins of the smaller wolves.

Howls of anguish could be heard from inside the pack as the wolves fell to the ground. Not wanting to be crushed by the wave pushing behind them, they continued to drag themselves forward.

Geth nodded as the pace of the wolves slowed to accommodate their injured brethren. He'd noticed earlier that even though they would devour the dead, most tried to look out for the injured.

The pace slowed again, which would make his shift into the defensive position smooth. Right now, the worst thing that could happen was a break in their routine.

'This will go so much quicker once it's time for the damage dealers to power Level,' he mused.