"I'll count to three," the cold voice in the sky said again. "If you still don't move… you can go keep these Minotaurs company."
"Dig!" Graham shouted, cutting in.
Humiliation was written all over his face too. But if swallowing his pride meant more people would live, he had no choice.
At his order, the Enhanced—furious and unwilling—still clenched their jaws and got to work, ripping crystal cores out of Minotaur skulls with shaking hands.
In that moment, they hated themselves for being weak.
If they were just a little stronger—if they could've even managed to hurt the enemy—then they would've fought to the death without hesitation.
But reality was cruel.
Even the Minotaurs couldn't stand up to these Void Realm beings. How could they possibly shake them?
It didn't take long. The crowd down below dug out every crystal core, and a few squad leaders gathered them together. Faces tight with pain, they carried the haul up to the Void Realm beings.
