「Two days later.」
The western border of Zone 18, a two-hundred-kilometer defense line.
High above, a formation of Storm Falcons swept silently across the dim sky.
The aerial bombs mounted on their underbellies unhooked and dropped, striking the back of a "Corrupting Venom Giant Frog" that was tilting its head back to gather power. The blast wave launched it into the air, and it was a corpse before it hit the ground.
The beast tide crossed the invisible line and immediately slammed into another steel defense line constructed of Red Lotus Missiles and Spider-type Killers.
Red Lotus Missiles plunged into the dense swarm of beasts, erupting into clusters of orange fireballs. The Spider-type Killers weaved through the smoke of battle, reaping lives in silence.
Swaths of red dots on the virtual sandbox blinked out of existence.
"Damage report," Allen said, his eyes fixed on the sandbox.
