"Jason, don't let the Centipede get near to us!"
"I'm doing my best. We have to increase the damage output!"
"Jessi, use your whirling arrow on the right arm..."
Fein looked at the coordinated group in front of him. As expected of the elites, the human race has. They are properly trained to deal with this type of monster. If not for the overwhelming might the Centipede possessed, they might have the chance to slay it. He couldn't help but look at the corpses. It reminded him of how fragile human life is. This elite has undergone countless battles, trained with their sweat and blood. But in the end, they still died. Fein felt sad at the cruelty of life.
In this world, weakness is a sin. You can only survive by taking the matters into your own hands. A cruel world that has a competitive society. That's why Fein always strives to become stronger.
