A wave of overwhelming relief filled the group as they stood in the aftermath of their victory over the Omega Zombie. Kazuichi's hands still trembled from the adrenaline, but the battle wasn't over yet. The sky above was darkening, not with the coming of night, but with the unmistakable swarm of Aberrants closing in. Their screeches echoed through the forest like a haunting melody, and the ground vibrated under their sheer numbers.
"They're not going to let us rest, huh?" Jurou muttered, gripping his sword tighter. His eyes scanned the treeline as shadows darted between the trunks. "I guess we pissed them off by taking out their leader."
"More like we just woke them up," Ayaka said grimly, twirling her daggers as her stance widened. Her sharp gaze locked onto the incoming horde. "Here they come!"
