Chapter 146
The situation had turned dire. The defenders were exhausted, their strength nearly depleted. Their attacks barely scratched the monstrous horde pouring into the city. One after another, the warriors fell—overwhelmed, outmatched.
Then—BOOM!
The heavy steel doors of the infirmary exploded inward, ripped apart like paper. The monsters had arrived.
They were grotesque—humanoid in shape, but wrong in every sense. Their limbs were twisted, with patches of human flesh stitched between reptilian scales. Long, fin-like horns protruded from their heads, and two wickedly sharp fins extended from their forearms, shaped like curved blades. They looked like oceanic nightmares given flesh.
Inside, panic reigned.
The nurses and medics—mostly non-Awakeners—froze in horror. They had no combat skills, no means to fight back. A few among them, known as Jirsedias, had healing abilities, but even their powers was useless in the face of raw slaughter.
