"They are coming!"
For thirty minutes straight, the old den had remained a chaotic area of violence. Thick lightning bolts rained down upon the site of the old den and the three hundred Wrathers clustered there. The lightning strikes were so intense it made the hair on the humans' arms stand on end. Then, all of a sudden, the lightning stopped.
The silence that followed was even more terrifying than the thunder and lightning. The entire den site began to pulse, glowing with a yellow light that grew brighter and more aggressive with every passing second.
Lanmar's voice cracked as he shouted the moment the yellow light emerged. "Next, we'll have a deadly wave of unstoppable monsters! We should run! It's too late... We should have run while the lightning was still falling!"
"Shut the hell up!" Ricky snapped, his voice tight with an edge of desperation. He was already at his breaking point, and he couldn't tolerate another second of Lanmar's panicked blabbering.
