Turmoil

Three days had passed since Shi Tian had immersed himself in crafting the Claymore Mines. In those three days, the once tranquil wilderness had been transformed into a realm of chaos and turmoil.

The Gilaso variants, now in the midst of their monstrous wave, proved to be more formidable than ever. They surged forth with unrelenting aggression, wreaking havoc on anything in their path. Safe Holds that had once stood strong were now reduced to rubble, and the landscape bore the scars of their onslaught.

The casualties had continued to rise, although at a slower pace compared to the initial shock of the monster wave. People had grown more cautious and vigilant, having learned firsthand the lethal capabilities of these creatures. 

Preparedness had become key, and survivors had become adept at strategizing and utilizing whatever means they had to fight back.

The atmosphere was tense, a constant battle between humanity and the Gilaso variants.