The third wave was nothing like the first two.
The first had been fodder. Low rank summons that were thrown at the defensive line to probe for weaknesses, expendable bodies meant to waste our essence and test our formation. The second had escalated, the larger creature included, but still followed a recognizable pattern.
The third wave came without pattern.
The ground split in three places simultaneously, and from each fissure poured summons that moved with coordinated aggression. Not the mindless shambling of the earlier waves. These things communicated. When one flanked left, the others adjusted. When a pocket of resistance formed, they converged on it from multiple angles.
