"They're relentless," Athena said, her voice strained as another wave descended.
"Focus," Mors replied, his tone calm but firm.
As the battle raged on, the sky seemed to darken further, the infected creatures coming in endless waves.
Athena and Mors fought back to back, their teamwork seamless, their resolve unwavering.
And yet, a nagging thought lingered in Athena's mind. How many more waves would come before they could finally rest?
The battle intensified as the flying creatures swarmed around them. Their movements were erratic and unpredictable, making it harder for Athena and Mors to strike with precision.
Each beast seemed to be more resilient than the last, and their bodies pulsed with a strange energy, hinting at a more powerful strain of the Zerg virus.
The air grew thick with the scent of decay and the screeches of the creatures filled the sky, creating a cacophony that echoed through the trees.
