The Fourth Wave

The ghostly voice rattled the eardrums of everyone present.

"The third round -," it began.

The 9th ranked Ghost White Rabbit was suddenly frozen mid-attack; its red eyes betrayed its furious inner struggle to ignore the weight of the ghostly voice's authority.

Van stared at the furious rabbit with a smirk on his face. Ha-ha, hadn't he calculated it all just perfectly? He had been counting down the seconds since the start of the 3rd round, counting on the fact that the waves of monsters were forced to withdraw from the field at the end of each round when the ghostly voice spoke. It was as he expected – that ghostly voice commanded authority over the monsters and they could not disobey.

"-has ended-" the ghostly voice continued neutrally.

The Ghost White Rabbit's little nose twitched – then it wiggled its fluffy tail. It was resisting against the command to withdraw!

"The fourth round –"