Lingquan's voice cut through Qingran's thoughts with the cold edge.
[Warning: Horde approaching from the north. Hostile count: 103. Estimated arrival time: 28 seconds.]
Qingran's breath caught. Her grip on the axe shifted instantly, muscles coiling. "Horde, north side! One hundred plus! Twenty-eight seconds!"
She snapped into motion. "Yu Song, flank the right! Xu Tianming, help Leiu! Everyone else, move closer, now!"
As she reached for her interface trying to trigger a quick terrain scan or prep defensive flamesneverything inside her mind ground to a halt.
Flickering for some seconds. Then silence.
Then Lingquan's voice returned.
[Deal triggered. The barrier for the hotel was deployed. As agreed, system access is now locked. All abilities offline for 24 hours.]
"..."
"Fuck! Right now? When I'm physically drain!!"
["..." Good luck host, right not to kill yourself.]
"Fuck you!"
Qingran readied her stance, she could already feel the zombies coming.
