Everyone, including Kailen, stared at the approaching horde. The numbers were staggering. The chaotic beasts ranged from eerie-looking chimeras, serpentine-looking beasts, and mammal-looking creatures to bird-like creatures. Some were extremely colossal, blotting out the skies, their large shadows looming over everyone like an apocalypse was about to descend. Others towered over others like sentinels.
The higher-ups of the cooperating organizations of the Castellan District didn't need to instruct their members on what to do. Everyone here was a transcendent. They had risen from the lowest awakener ranks in the universe to get to where they were now. They were experienced enough to not be impulsive. They knew their limits—what beast to handle, and which could get them easily killed.
There was a silent, tacit agreement among everyone gathered here. Strength would determine who could handle what beast.
