Zerek couldn't sleep. His first day had been overwhelming. Exhausting labor, harsh conditions, and aching muscles reminded him of how much his body had been pushed beyond its limits. Before taking on the role of Zerek, he had endured all this just to make his way to meet his wife. On top of that, grief over his wife's death and the new responsibilities he now faced added to the constant pressure of survival. The previous day felt like a dream, yet he rose to face another morning. Washing up one of the few luxuries he had left him feeling refreshed. He was surprised by his toned physique as he looked into the mirror. Zerek Ironheart had the lean muscle of a farmer, though his body looked skeletal with bones protruding due to malnutrition. Zerek had a striking appearance with white hair and yellow eyes that stood out. He was fairly tall, possibly around 6'2" or 6'4", with a handsome face that bore the ruggedness of his hardships.
"I think this might be due to his heritage... but that's a story for another time."
Zerek felt weak and hungry, but the only way to get food was after his mining haul was submitted to the guards.
I guess this place is nothing but a death sentence. The constant grind, the aching bodies, and the gnawing emptiness from lack of food. The stench of sweat and dirt hangs in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood from scraped knuckles. It all leads to one inevitable outcome. Most here will die, crushed by the weight of exhaustion and hunger, their spirits broken long before their bodies give out.
He remembered his deployment days during the Orion War. It was hell on earth. The constant battles, exhaustion, and the gnawing pain of hunger while fighting in the fields. As these memories surfaced, Zerek's mind felt strangely clearer. The cloudiness and vague recollections gave way to sharper images, moments of resilience, and flashes of his former self. He pondered on how, back then, he had survived by sheer determination. Despite the horrors, there had been a sense of purpose, a duty that pushed him forward. He couldn't help but wonder if those experiences had prepared him for what he was facing now.
This is odd
Zerek stumbled as a powerful jolt surged through his entire body, disorienting him. His muscles tensed, and his vision blurred momentarily. He cursed under his breath, wondering what had just happened. As he steadied himself, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and suddenly, a pop-up appeared before his eyes.
Zerek Ironheart: Stats Sheet
Talents
Talent Slots:
Talent slots are unique enhancements that push an individual's existing skills to levels beyond what can be achieved through dedication or natural talent alone. They optimize effort, maximizing output and precision. Each person can unlock up to five slots, representing the peak of skill mastery. While it's possible to replace one talent with another, acquiring new talents is a difficult and rare process, making each slot a valuable asset.
Skill Slots
Skill Slots:
Skill slots represent extraordinary abilities that go beyond the reach of even the most talented individuals. Each person can possess up to 5 slots, granting unique skills that can’t be replicated by ordinary means. Most people are born with 1 slot, while a rare few have 2, and only heroes or legends possess all 5. Skills are acquired through personal life experiences, making them distinct to each individual. Skill slots are categorized as Normal, Unique, or Mythical, with each category offering different levels of power and rarity.
Zerek Ironheart/Marcus Aldore
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Zerek Ironheart: Once led a life filled with hard work and resilience. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he arrived in Eldis Vale, possessing a unique talent for farming various resources, including rare frost crystals. His heart carries the weight of loss, having lost his loved one.
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Marcus Aldore: A dedicated soldier caught amid a civil war between two powerful factions. Equipped with profound knowledge, tactical insight, and an indomitable will, he fulfilled his duties with honor. He, too, bears the sorrow of losing his loved one in a car accident.
Abnormal Status: Terminally ill (Taint of the abyss stage 1)
Zerek was momentarily stunned but quickly pieced it together.
"The only character with such a unique talent for acquiring information," he mused, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of irony.
Once his mind cleared, he realized he had instinctively used Zerek's ability on himself, gaining insight into his own stats and general information.
That was something amazing, he thought, marveling at the newfound clarity.
But as he continued to read through the stats and descriptions, his mood soured. The losses were undeniable. Both Zerek and Marcus had lost dearly—wounds that were still fresh, and perhaps only time could dull the pain.
Zerek's expression grew stern as he read the terminal illness part. His eyes darkened with worry, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. This illness was more than just a threat. it was a reminder of how limited his time was.
I'll worry about this later after we escape this mine.
"To activate this, I need to make eye contact with someone for a few seconds... but it's not easy to utilize at its full potential," he muttered, frowning slightly.
He recalled how tedious this ability had been to use in the game. It required a level of familiarity with the target that was almost intimate to get any meaningful information. And now, burdened with a terminal illness that could kill him slowly, the challenge felt even greater.
"In a way, Zerek is like a politician—a crafty farmer burdened with a terminal illness," he sighed. The thought was almost laughable. A character trying to balance cunning political maneuvering, farming expertise, and the weight of a terminal condition, all while raising a child and striving to overcome impossible odds. As Zerek pondered his situation, he couldn’t help but reflect on the absurdity of it all. It wasn't just about survival; it was about defying expectations and finding strength in the most unlikely of places. Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, a sudden voice broke through his reflection.
""Attention, all you wretches! Today is mining day, and whether you crawl out of your hovels or not is none of my concern." he spoke in a refined, condescending manner, his words dripping with sarcastic venom.
"I'll be waiting at the first ray of light," he continued, his tone dripping with disdain, "and believe me, the consequences for tardiness will be far worse than what your pathetic bodies have endured so far."
"Perfect. A fucking drill sergeant too," he signed, running a hand over his face. What he'd dreaded would be an endless night came to an abrupt end as the first pale fingers of dawn crept across the sky.
After securing his pickaxe in the cupboard along with his pouch, Zerek hurried out of the building. The early morning air was brisk, a sharp contrast to the stifling heat of the mines. Most of the miners were leaving their shacks at the same time, their weary faces echoing the burdens of yesterday. The village was a patchwork of different beings, and Zerek found himself amidst a mix of them.
He glanced around, making a mental note of those nearby.
Beastfolk, shardfolk, and even elves. This is bad luck, he thought, his gaze lingering on the elves with a frown.
The crowd moved sluggishly toward the mining area, and Zerek's eyes caught sight of two familiar figures—Rosha and Lieon. Accompanying them was another beastfolk, someone whose face stirred a faint recollection in Zerek’s memory but remained mostly unfamiliar.
Lieon and Rosha greeted Zerek warmly, their smiles genuine as they also introduced the newcomer. The beastfolk stood a full head taller than them, his mane wild and reminiscent of a lion's. His heavy, yellow-tinted eyes glowed like embers, the cat-like pupils narrowed in the dim morning light. Fur covered his muscular frame, and he wore loose, battle-worn armor that seemed both functional and ceremonial. Twin axes rested at his back, their blades gleaming faintly. A jagged scar ran from his lower torso to his chest, exposed by the gap in his armor, telling tales of battles fought and survived.
The beastfolk let out a deep, rumbling laugh, his feline eyes narrowing with amusement as his ears flicked back briefly, a subtle sign of his satisfaction. He slapped Zerek on the back, his claws slightly extended, though not enough to harm—just a playful reminder of his strength.
"You're still alive. The moons must be favoring you today, Ironheart?" he growled, his voice resonating with both mockery and genuine relief. His sharp fangs flashed as he spoke, and his tail swished lazily behind him, the motion a blend of contentment and restrained energy. To him, the slap was a gesture of camaraderie, though it nearly sent Zerek stumbling forward. Behind him, Rosha and Lieon stifled their laughter, their eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Glad to see you're still lively as ever, Glare. You know, maybe try going a bit easier next time. Us humans aren't exactly built like you, after all," Zerek said, his voice tinged with dry sarcasm and a pained smile.
The roar-like laughter grew even louder.
"Surely, you are too modest! A human who can kill a Horo-Borus with his bare hands is no ordinary person."
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Zerek sighed internally, the memory flashing vividly before his eyes. It was just a coincidence, he thought, recalling how it had all unfolded—a desperate struggle in the wrong place at the wrong time, rather than a true display of his strength. Despite the reminder of that chaotic moment, the sense of companionship here seemed to ease the tension in his chest.
"You're still alive. That, at least, is a blessing. I heard about your mate... I'm truly sorry for your loss. It takes strength to endure, and you seem to have plenty of it.
Lieon stepped forward, his eyes softening as he placed a reassuring hand on Zerek's shoulder. His voice was gentle, filled with warmth and empathy. "Zerek, I know it’s not easy. But we're here, alright? You’re not alone in this."
Rosha placed a gentle hand on Zerek's arm, her voice calm and sincere. "You've been through so much already. Just take it one step at a time, Zerek. We'll get through this together."
Glare nodded, his demeanor serious but his words heartfelt. "We fight. We survive. That’s how we honor those we’ve lost."
Zerek felt the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, a heaviness that seemed almost unbearable. But as he glanced at those around him. Lieon, Rosha, and Glaretheir words echoed in his mind, reminding him of what mattered most. They were right. He had to move forward, to focus on the next task. His son's life was on the line, and that was reason enough to keep going.
"Enough chatting! Next!" the guard interjected with a loud, commanding voice. The line of miners shuffled forward slowly, each of them tense under the scrutiny of the guards. Zerek observed carefully as he approached, taking note of the details. In the game, the guards were covered head to toe in heavy armor, but in reality, they were different.
They wore only semi-body armor—thick plated vests, bracers, and greaves—leaving parts of their bodies exposed. Only a few guards carried guns, while most wielded swords, shields, and other weapons, some of which had a faint glow. Their faces were uncovered, revealing sharp cheekbones and almost regal features.
Zerek's gaze lingered on the guards' pointed ears and shorter stature.
Elves. No wonder they were such pricks.
The line moved steadily but slowly, each miner undergoing a thorough inspection. The guards' eyes seemed to pierce through them, searching for any sign of defiance or trouble. Zerek could feel the weight of their authority, the disdain that lay behind their scrutinizing gazes. Finally, it was his turn. He stepped forward, standing straight as the guard looked him over, before curtly nodding and handing him a minecart to fill.
Ok, so at least we are safe for now. if they have these numbers it would be hard for a monster wave
The guards, after inspecting, gave them the minecarts for them to fill. Each one was different in size and shape specific to the different races here. Not everyone can be a physical match for others.
Before Zerek was done with the inspection, he interjected, his voice almost desperate. "I know what the rules are, but please," he pleaded. "She is carrying a baby. I will deliver her quota until I no longer can." he pointed at Rosha, his eyes lingering on her with a look, silently pleading for the guard to show some leniency
The guard's reaction was instant and dismissive.
"Nonsense! You can't deliver anything more than your own quota, human. You are a rare commodity," the guard sneered, his eyes narrowing as they sized up Zerek like a piece of livestock.
"A human is far more valuable than a beastfolk," the guard added with a grin that was equal parts condescending and predatory.
Zerek felt a wave of disgust roll through him, but he masked it with a stoic expression. The elf's eyes seemed to delight in Zerek's helplessness, taking his time to enjoy the power he held over him.
"How about a deal?" the guard's voice was laced with amusement, a taunt more than a genuine offer.
Zerek hesitated but nodded, leading the guard a short distance away, away from prying ears. The elf leaned in, his grin widening as Zerek whispered his proposition, his eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction.
When Zerek returned, his expression was grim. The guard waved Rosha off, excusing her with a casual gesture. Rosha hesitated, her eyes searching Zerek's for answers, but he avoided her gaze.
Both Glare and Lieon questioned him, their concern evident, but Zerek dodged their inquiries.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Take care of Ash for me and his well-being," Zerek said, forcing a small smile as he spoke to Rosha, then pointed to Glare.
Rosha nodded, her eyes still filled with uncertainty. She moved closer to Zerek, her hand resting briefly on his arm before she stepped back, her gesture one of silent support. Like a cat comforting her own, she rubbed her head against his shoulder, her affection clear in the way she lingered, before finally bidding him farewell. She did the same with Glare, her husband, rubbing her head against his chest, and they exchanged a quiet, knowing look one that spoke of shared burdens and unspoken promises of safety.
As she walked away, she glanced back, her steps hesitant, her gaze lingering on Zerek and the others. Her thoughts were simple but filled with emotion, carrying the weight of her worries and hopes for his safety.
Stay safe.
"Listen up, you dirt-scrapers!" The elf captain's voice cut through the morning air, his silver-trimmed armor gleaming in stark contrast to the miners' soot-stained clothes. "From today onwards, you'll each have individual quotas." His lips curled into a smirk as he gestured to the divided groups before him. "Well, those of you still deemed worthy to dig, that is."
The separation that had occurred a week ago still felt like a fresh wound - miners with their worn tools on one side, the chosen fighters with their weapons on the other. Brothers, friends, and longtime work partners torn apart by a single decree.
The captain's second-in-command, an elf with eyes like frozen moonstones, stepped forward. Her mockery - that distinctive elven magic - made her voice unnaturally resonant as she spoke, "We have graciously reorganized this operation to better serve our lord's interests." She practically spat the word 'miners' as she continued. "Your previous group quotas were inefficient. Individual accountability will ensure each of you pulls their proper weight."
A ripple of tension moved through the crowd. Everyone knew what individual quotas meant - no more sharing the burden, no more helping a friend on a bad day. One missed quota could mean punishment, or worse, reassignment to the monster-infested outer tunnels.
"The increased monster activity has made moonstone extraction... problematic," she continued, examining her immaculate nails as if discussing nothing more important than the weather. "But our lord's demands remain unchanged. This new formation will ensure we meet those demands, regardless of the cost to your... limited mortal lives."
The words hung in the air like poison. Zerek could feel the fear and anger radiating from his fellow miners. Beside him, someone's pickaxe handle creaked under a white-knuckled grip. The moonstone quotas had already been nearly impossible to meet as group efforts. Individual quotas while short-staffed?
They might as well have ordered us to fly.
The guards' hands rested casually on their weapon hilts, their mockery creating an almost visible aura of superiority around them. The message was clear: dissent would not be tolerated.
"This is utter madness, Sire. What, I ask, do you intend for us to do should the monsters breach our defenses? Without the fighters to protect us miners, we would be little more than fodder, and those beasts would evolve further after feasting on the moonstones we've gathered after killing us one by one " a goblin said, adjusting the monocle perched on his tired yet stern face.
The goblin's voice, though weary, carried a refined air. He spoke with an eloquence that belied his tattered clothing. His torn attire still bore traces of a well-made suit, with the remains of fine stitching visible beneath the dirt and wear. He held his monocle delicately, as though it were the last vestige of dignity he had left, occasionally adjusting it to emphasize his points. Despite his disheveled state, his presence commanded attention, and his arguments were delivered with clarity and subtle frankness.
"We once had the advantage of numbers and manpower, allowing us to coordinate pincer attacks from both the deep mines and the exit from the guards. But numbers have dwindled and with this new formation, a single breach will bring everything crumbling down."
Even as he spoke of grim outcomes, there was an unmistakable clarity and frankness in his voice, subtle defiance against the command that threatened their lives. He paused, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the guards, noting their arrogant expressions. "Sire, I respectfully submit that this course of action lacks balance" he added, the sarcasm in his voice barely concealed beneath a veneer of politeness.
"What the Gloth said is right!" a voice cried out, desperate yet filled with defiance.
Others quickly joined in, their shouts growing louder and more insistent. "Yeah! You can’t do this!" The crowd surged forward, emboldened by the first outcry, their voices overlapping in a chaotic roar. many said in retaliation, their voices echoing with rising fear and anger. The guards reacted with terrifying speed, their faces hardening into expressions devoid of mercy as they drew their weapons. Steel flashed under the light, and within moments, every sword and spear was aimed squarely at the group of miners. The elves moved with deadly grace, their eyes cold and calculating, ready to kill without hesitation. The air grew tense and thick with dread, the miners frozen as they faced down the pointed tips of the guards' arsenal. It felt as if the entire world held its breath, waiting for a single spark to ignite chaos and violence.
This is not good. We need to defuse the situation
Zerek knew if this continued, they would be slaughtered without a second thought. This was a prison camp, and there was no mercy here.
"Lieon, let go. We are wasting time!" Zerek's voice rang out, intentionally loud and commanding. He picked up his pickaxe and marched toward the mine entrance. A dark, gaping cave that curved and descended sharply into the earth. Lieon followed, hesitant at first, but quickly falling in step. The others were left stunned, watching as a human, of all people, took the lead. The goblin, catching on to the momentum, hurried to pack up, and soon many others began to do the same, shuffling toward the mines with reluctant determination. They had read the atmosphere and understood that the situation was on the brink of a massacre. One wrong move and the guards would have unleashed their arsenal upon them, making this place a scene of slaughter.
The guards, seeing the miners comply, slowly withdrew their weapons, the cold steel disappearing back into their sheaths, but their eyes remained vigilant, daring anyone to resist.
Just as I remember. Probably because I replayed this part the most.
Among the tense, anxious faces, Zerek was the only one who seemed calm. He knew what was coming. The reason monsters attacked was simple. They craved the moonstones buried in the mines. They fed on them to evolve thus occasionally they would seek out mines to inhabit them making them dungeons.
As Glare turned serious, took out his axes and walked beside his group until they were just a step away from the entrance.
"Be careful, Ironheart. And remember, I owe you." Glare's tone was stern, but his eyes softened for a moment. For the first time, Glare let his guard down, showing a glimpse of the respect and care he held for Zerek—a human who had become important to him and his family.
Zerek knew what was about to happen, yet he was powerless to stop it. He could only give one warning. Revealing too much would only make the situation worse and risk pushing Glare into a dangerous, unpredictable state.
"Choose your battle carefully, Glare. You have a child, a responsibility. Please, remember that," Zerek said, his voice steady but filled with a plea as their eyes locked. The weight of his words hung in the air, an unspoken plea for caution and survival.
A word of advice was given as both Zerek and Lieon descended into the caves, sticking close to each other. As they descended, the slope got steeper till they walked to the ground zero of the cave. Illuminated by torches and the ambient light of the moonstone, the cave gave an ominous atmosphere with jagged and carved paths for their minecarts, and the mine itself was huge.
It's massive yet ominous.
Zerek looked around, concern etched into his features. The cavern stretched endlessly, shadows swallowing the ambient light of moonstone clusters. He started mining where the light was brightest, and Lieon followed suit. Every swing of their pickaxes echoed eerily, a stark reminder of how isolated they were. Despite the glowing patches, finding a viable vein of moonstones proved difficult. Hours slipped by as they dug site after site, only to find sparse clusters—never enough to make significant progress. Frustration and fatigue set in as the monotony of digging became more grueling.
Finally, they struck luck a rich vein embedded in a large strip of the wall. Relief washed over Zerek and Lieon, and they worked with renewed energy, the dull thud of their pickaxes turning rhythmic. They piled up their carts, sweat beading down their foreheads. After hours of labor, they managed to fill up half of their carts. Though exhausted, there was a flicker of hope in their eyes; perhaps today wouldn’t be a complete loss.
Zerek’s eyes narrowed, senses sharpening as he detected movement. Lieon’s ears perked, catching faint sounds of footsteps and hushed voices approaching. Instinctively, they shifted into defensive stances, covering each other's backs as they faced the unknown. The approaching noises were strange, almost like the crackling of shards and the resonant hum of crystals vibrating. Emerging from the shadows were two figures, with a girl trailing just behind them. She stood out immediately—red eyes, dark black hair, and pale skin tinged with an unsettling reddish hue from burns. There was an eerie presence about her that sent a chill through Zerek’s spine.
Two shard people and a vampire. Of all places, we had to run into them here.
Zerek put his weapon down slowly, then placed his hand on Lieon's arm, gently urging him to do the same. His gaze remained fixed on the newcomers, assessing their every movement. He needed to play this carefully, violence would not work in their favor.
"Zerek?" Lieon was confused by his actions as he observed.
"What is the price of our lives? I'm willing to negotiate." Zerek gave a smirk and a side-eye to Lieon. "It's better for us to be formal, isn't it, Seraphine Shardvale? One of the princesses of the Sanctus Imperium ?" Zerek said with a stern expression. The other stared in shock.
In the blink of an eye, two daggers were at Zerek's throat. The sharp blades pressed just enough to draw a drop of blood, wielded by the vampire girl and the male shardfolk. Their movements were swift and precise, their expressions cold as steel.
"How did you know, human?" The vampire said as she looked at him with eyes that pierced through one's soul. Zerek knew it was a gamble but he had to play this card.
I can't give them the vein and moonstones, not if I want to meet the quota
Sweat trickled as Zerek eyed Lieon, who also pointed his blood sword at both of them. Understanding his gaze, he spoke.
"Let's just say he's not the only one who knows. I suggest you leave him be. Who knows who we have told about this?" Lieon said with a sly smile.
Tsk
Both the male shardfolk and the vampire withdrew their blades from Zerek's throat, making him choke on the breath that he held in for a while.
"We are no threat to you," Zerek said. "Just let us mine in peace. Go find another victim. We can't afford to share our spoils." Zerek stood firm.
"You are making a big mistake, young one. For now, we show caution, but we will meet again after this prison sentence. Mark my word." The male shardfolk and the vampire eyed Zerek coldly, their expressions a mix of disdain and lingering threat. The princess, Seraphine, looked slightly stunned, her eyes lingering on Zerek for a moment longer than necessary before she turned and left without another word.
Looks like I made an enemy right from the get-go. Fuck!
Zerek and Lieon calmed down as soon as the three left to loot another victim. Zerek sat on the ground, catching his breath as the weight of his reality and fear resurfaced after a near-death experience. "The mines are a free-for-all now since they were not in groups. Since people were in groups they didn't think to attack others, especially when the guards were there. Now they all are sending the entry and exit points."
"We need to form a group as well and fast. I'm sorry I couldn't do much to help," Lieon said as he sat beside Zerek.
"You helped a bunch, don't sweat it."
"Sweat it?" Lieon was confused by this.
"It's a human expression. Ah, for-" he said with a chuckle.
The deafening thunder of the blast echoed through the mine, followed by a piercing screech that reverberated off the stone walls. The impact of the explosion sent tremors through the ground, shaking the mine and causing loose debris to fall from the ceiling. The noise was overwhelming, forcing both of them to cover their ears. As the faint sound grew louder, the vibrations seemed to intensify, creating an almost tangible pressure in the air. Lieon, with his heightened hearing, grimaced in agony, his face contorting as he tried to block out the excruciating sound.
"Lieon!" Zerek scrambled to get Lieon up as his ears bled.
We need to find safety with others
Zerek dragged Lieon's shoulder to the center of the mine where most people had gathered. Many were just as cautious and worried as soon as they heard the sound.
"Who was it?" Zerek said furiously to the group of people standing.
"Why did some fucker have to use explosives in a moonstone mine? This place could have blown to bits if the moonstones reacted to an unstable mana explosion," Zerek said ferociously.
"I was... you have something to say? You lowlife livestock" an elf sneered, stepping forward with an air of superiority. His attire was pristine—unlike the miners' tattered clothes—his sharp ears and arrogant smirk made him stand out. He was short, around 5.6 feet, wearing an elvish robe of greenish tint that seemed almost regal in its simplicity.
The elf's eyes narrowed, sizing up Zerek with a look of pure disdain. "It's rare to find a human out here. You know, most of your kind are just possessions. A pathetic human commodity like you shouldn't even be raising his voice"
Zerek didn't register remarks. elves were just the opposite of what they would be in chronicles of the chosen.
"The food, the effort wasted on someone like you—it's almost tragic. Tell me, how does it feel knowing you're nothing but a worm in the dirt, barely deserving of what you've been given?" His voice dripped with venom, his smile widening at the pained reaction in Zerek’s eyes.
"I can't deal with mining taking so long, so I had a few explosives to ease the burden. My slaves can do the rest then," he said dismissively, his gaze flicking to the few people with collars and chains, their heads downcast. They blended in with the crowd, a tragic testament to the cruelty of this place.
"Say! How dare you insult a noble. I will repay this with blo-" The elf’s voice was cut short as a monstrous scream echoed through the cavern, drawing everyone's attention to the exit and entrance.
"A monster?" many looked horrified.
A monster meant all of the guards and even the people with the guards had been overrun now they were a feast of the slaughter.
This is it. The monster wave has begun.
Zerek didn't waste a moment. He hoisted the unconscious Lieon onto his shoulder, his heart pounding in sync with the chaos erupting around them. The sound of distant screams and the growls of monsters closing in drove him forward. He scanned his surroundings, searching desperately for a defensible spot, somewhere—anywhere—that could offer them a fighting chance.
"This was how it always began—the catalyst for the first survival mission. That explosion was the signal, the trigger for the monster wave. The next one would come at random, unpredictable, and equally deadly. Damn it, I feel so unprepared. The chaos, the screams, it all felt like the battlefield all over again," Zerek muttered between gasping breaths, dragging Lieon as fast as he could.
"First monster wave... what a start," he whispered, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him.
[author] Hey guys. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Though I promised this chapter to come last Sunday I just couldn't deliver. Well at least its a big chapter so hope you like it. [/author]