Lâo Fēng POV II

The intruders were not simply dangerous—they were a storm, a hurricane of precision and power.

And we... We were nothing but fallen leaves in their path.

Nyx's crimson eyes were bloodshot, veins stark against her pale skin.

Yohanna wept silently over April’s headless corpse, her tears mixing with the bloody earth.

April had been more than just a subordinate; she was a good child to all of us, a bright spark in our eternal night.

Her death undoubtedly shattered what little resolve our forces had left.

We stood amidst a sea of ruin, the once formidable undead army reduced to a haunted silence.

Fear gnawed at our core.

Then came the cold declaration from the male Monitor, his voice cutting through the air like a scythe.

"Let's separate the grasses from the grasshoppers."

His words were a death sentence.

That meant they were irritated by that attempt we did recently.