Night Patrol Scouts.
They wear color-changing soft armor combat suits, moving like silent shadows on the battlefield.
One of them kneels down on one knee, shoulder carrying a portable chainsaw blade that emits a sharp charging sound, fiercely swinging it.
The high-speed rotating saw teeth create a chilling whistling sound, precisely cutting into the neck of a twisted monster that had just breached the Chaos Beast group's outer defenses, lunging at an adventurer.
It seems to be a mutated decay peat swamp beast, but its throat has been stained with a heavy void-dark purple-black, with old and new wounds interwoven, dirty blood splattering.
The monster lets out a dying howl, like a ruptured bellows.
Another Night Patrol scout swiftly manipulates the small rune disk in his hand, hoarsely and calmly reporting: "D4 region confirmed third outpost coordinates… outpost completely destroyed, remnants form a new corpse pile, attention!
