John watched as the Fog Seekers' waves continued to come through their perimeter, each one larger and more frantic than the last. It took six more gruelling waves before the saturation point was finally reached for everyone.
The discovery of reaching the limit was unmistakable. When Luke tried to swallow his latest core, the shimmering red sphere refused to dissolve.
It sat in his mouth like a hard, cold marble, resisting swallowing, that had been so seamless only moments before. One by one, the others encountered the same resistance. Their bodies had reached the current maximum capacity for Low-Grade Fog Seeker Cores.
The last wave came in the form of a massive, roiling tide of eighty monsters. It was a sea of claws, roars, and gnashing teeth that would have signalled their certain death only a couple of hours ago.
"This one is all yours," John announced, stepping back and watching from the centre.
