The relentless onslaught of Aberrants and Omega Zombies continued, pressing in from all sides. The last waves of monsters were more desperate, their coordination more frantic as if they sensed the finality of the battle drawing near. Each new wave felt like a test of endurance, a final gauntlet to push their abilities to the limit.
Kazuichi, barely catching his breath, surveyed the battlefield. His eyes locked onto the approaching enemies. They were a mass of writhing, growling forms, their defenses even more fortified. The air crackled with tension, an ominous prelude to the inevitable clash.
Ayaka, her face set in a determined scowl, tightened her grip on her weapon. "We're not letting them through. Push forward!"
