During their hasty travel, Blakar kept pressing for details. What John told him was out of anything he expected.
He had fought monsters his whole life, but the idea of a constantly doubling, evolving machine army that was coming in waves out of the dens like the yellow monsters did was a nightmare beyond his wildest imaginings.
"I told you before when we first met," John said, his voice weary from repeating the same grim truth.
"The presence of the machines in a pocket trial that shouldn't involve them is the least of the mysteries you don't know yet. Following me will uncover more of these events, more horrors you can't imagine. So arm up and get ready to fight with all your might…"
Just before he could finish his sentence, John suddenly slid to a halt, his boots carving deep grooves into the soil. They had been sprinting through the fog for two hours now, steadily closing the distance to the southern territory.
