Chapter 85: Survivors

The battlefield was eerily still, the dust slowly settling from the chaos that had just unfolded.

My breathing was heavy, my body tense, but my mind was sharp, scanning for any sign that the orc lord was about to emerge from his rocky prison.

Then, something caught my attention.

A shift in the air.

A presence behind me.

I turned sharply, my eyes landing on a group standing at the edge of the battlefield, a group of awakened and soldiers who were still standing.

It took me a moment to process it.

I had assumed most of them had been wiped out, due to that bullet...

But I guess not everyone is weak.

Somehow, they had survived.

Bloodied, battered, some barely able to stay upright, but standing nonetheless.

And then, Beth spoke.

"Huh," she exhaled, cocking her head slightly, her rifle resting lazily on her shoulder.

How many guns and weapons does she have.