"We just got the notifications about acquiring the required Soul Count."
Among the remaining 50 Players, 10 Ancient Brass Wyverns had shapeshifted to look like humans. Their real plan was to mobilize the Players and launch a surprise attack at once. However, with Fritz's help, the disguise had been blown off, and the Ancient Brass Wyverns were annihilated.
[Wave 4 completed!]
The desert fell into an eerie silence. Only the warm breeze of the day, sweeping the sand into obscuring fog, could be heard, for everyone had also shut up. It was the heavy feeling on their shoulders that was making them uneasy. Every Players felt like somebody was standing on their shoulders, weighing them down.
"How many Players have reached 100 Soul Count?"
Only those who have succeeded in acquiring 100 Soul Count could see how many and who else had passed.
"Out of the remaining 50 Players, only ten of us had accumulated 100 Souls."
[Wave 5]
