Rivermark State…
After a long, grinding search, Ethan and the others finally found another group worth hitting—more than two hours later.
They didn't have a choice. Targets that met their requirements were rare to begin with, and they also had to account for the Outland Beasts roaming nearby.
Sometimes they'd spot a perfect group—only to realize the surrounding area was crawling with other beasts. The moment they made a move, they'd get swarmed. And if that happened out here, they were the ones who'd end up as food.
So Ethan would rather be slow than reckless. Right now, "steady" wasn't a suggestion. It was survival.
With True Sight, they'd managed to roam through a Rivermark State packed with Outland Beasts for hours without being discovered.
It gave Ethan a flashback to the earliest days of the apocalypse—back when they'd relied on his True Sight to slip past wave after wave of zombies, picking off the right targets to build momentum while everyone else was still drowning.
