The aftermath of the fourth wave had barely settled, and the students, along with the exhausted soldiers, sought a momentary respite on the battlefield. Weary bodies sprawled across the grassy plain, seeking solace in brief moments of rest. The wounded were tended to, and the fallen were mourned.
Just as a semblance of calm settled in, the blaring alarm pierced the air, sending shockwaves through the already fatigued survivors. The ominous sound signified the arrival of the fifth wave – the final assault of the beast tide. A collective gasp swept through the students as despair clouded their expressions.
"What? Another wave? We can't catch a break!" exclaimed one student, frustration evident in his voice.
Another chimed in, "How are we supposed to handle more after what we just went through? This is insane!"
