The Cult ( 9 )

It was about five hours past midnight, the darkness of the night already being defeated by the dim early morning glow as a bright morning drew closer.

Thanks to the availability of light, Winterseed soldiers could now see clearly and fight better against the endless hordes charging out of the woods.

Not so far away from the chaotic battlefield, a group of more than fifty soldiers could be seen on the ground, winching in pain as they went through the process of evolution for the first time.

A dozen evolved Winterseed soldiers stood guard over them, they fought constantly against the monsters trying to devour the defenseless, evolving soldiers.

"Why are theirs taking longer than hours? Some of them have been here for over two hours and they are still not done," one of the soldiers on guard shared his thoughts with his colleagues.

"I thought I was the only one worried about this," another soldier commented.