Berserkers pushed Aito to his very limits and beyond. With each wave, he was forced back further down the bridge, when finally, by the 45th wave, he reached his side.
'T, t, this… I can't take this anymore. I, I, it's too damn cold!' He thought, taking out two pieces of flint from his dimensional bag.
The temperature drop decreased faster after the 40th wave, reaching -58°C. Even with his current Body stat at level 3, that kind of temperature without the right equipment to warm you up was bound to kill you at some point.
Aito's lips arced up slightly at the sight of those two flints. It brought him back to his time on the island that seemed somehow distant despite only being a bit less than three months ago.
He turned around, taking advantage of this break in between waves to finally use the fortifications Segolene had built for him.
