[Why does Major Mors look so calm? This is insane!]
[Is anyone keeping track of how many monsters they've killed? This is beyond a survival show now.]
Athena took a deep breath, her damp hair clinging to her face as she stepped forward. "We need to draw them away from the station."
"If they get too close, they'll tear through everything, and everyone, inside."
Mors nodded. "I'll take the north side. You take the south. Don't let them surround us."
"Got it."
Without another word, they separated, moving in opposite directions to flank the approaching horde.
The infected wolves reacted immediately, splitting into groups to pursue each of them.
Athena swung Arthivian in a wide arc, the blade slicing through the first wave of beasts with ease.
Each strike emitted a pulse of dark energy, and the wolves disintegrated into glowing red butterflies upon death.
