Caelan's gaze swept across the battlefield.
At the same time, the status panels of the monsters all appeared before his eyes:
[Bloodthirsty Zombie]
[Level: 201]
…
[Frenzied Zombie]
[Level: 219]
…
[Enraged Vampire]
[Level: 271]
…
To Caelan, there was basically no difference between these monsters.
No matter what "traits" they had—in front of him, it was all just… one skill away.
It felt like this: for the human race, crushing an ant to death doesn't require you to care whether it's male or female—much less whether it's pretty or ugly!
But to other awakeners, these monsters were extremely troublesome.
Especially when they formed packs and charged toward Rodri City in massive waves—what they brought was a kind of shock that was almost impossible to describe.
"Quick—hold the defense line!"
"Where are the wind-element awakeners?! Hurry up and blow the toxins from those rotting corpses back where they came from!"
