The Perfect Team

Xin and the others stood frozen, unable to process the weight of what they had just heard. Ghost's words echoed in their minds, and the silence that followed was heavy with uncertainty.

Was he telling the truth? And if so, why? Did Ghost even have a reason to lie at this point?

“This… this is exactly what I was worried about,” Midwak finally muttered, tension creeping into his voice. “Sitting back might have seemed like the safest move. But if all those Werewolves have actually been equipped with high-level beast gear…”

He paused, gritting his teeth.

“They’ll sweep through the Howlers like wildfire.”

A few of the members gulped. Even if the Howlers had been operating at full strength, what Ghost described would’ve been nearly impossible to face. The odds were terrifying.

Then, suddenly, BANG!

A loud crack rang out, punctuated by a voice that commanded immediate attention.

“We only have one choice left!”