As Kisha watched, countless flashes of light lit up the battlefield, streaking toward the incoming zombie wave, abilities unleashed by the awakened ability users.
「Two Hours Earlier」
Sparrow had tried to contact HOPE Base, but every attempt failed. He was wracking his brain for a way to send a message quickly, because the longer he remained in that place, the heavier his chest felt.
It was the same suffocating dread he once experienced when he faced the mutated tree. Back then, he had ignored the warning and charged ahead, nearly losing his life. Now, with that brush against death still etched into him, he had learned to recognize the feeling for what it was: a premonition of danger.
