"Why did you leave him behind!?"
The night was a raucous mess as the fights on the battlefield exacerbated further.
The cacophony from the bombardments, slashes, beastly roars and zombie wails formed a nocturnal tune of war under the starry night, overpowering Vian's helpless sobs.
She was not blaming the others or questioning their decision. She was just trying to vent her emotions. She could not believe that Tang Ling would have died like that. Would there be a miracle? Vian did not even dare to harbor such hope as she thought about the Level 2 Crawler and the sea of zombies. Even a Purple Moon Warrior would have to go through some hurdles to save Tang Ling.
"Vian." Christina hugged her from behind. Although she mourned the loss of a friend, her grief was not as terrible as Vian's.