Six hundred demons. This was the conservative estimate that I had for the demons ahead of me… six hundred.
They came in a configuration that no longer pretended to be a swarm; now they were a single coordinated mass, as the chitin demons were moving with the precision of a battalion.
There was that analytical part of my mind that loved the order that these demons had, even in the midst of chaos; I even faintly found it a bit inspiring.
There must be a sort of swarm collective intelligence among these demons, but they did not seem to be very smart, since the game plan from the start was just having them attack me head-on.
A glimpse of the swarm of bodies coming towards me from the distance made me backtrack.
I see why there was no need for tactics when the swarm could overwhelm everything with numbers.
