"Brace for impact!"
Jackson roared at the top of his lungs as he tensed every muscle in his body, preparing himself for the collision that was about to strike them head-on.
A tide of monsters surged through the smoke at terrifying speed, threatening to crush everything in its path. Yet not a single one of them cared about anyone else.
Every last abomination had locked onto Ethan alone.
The creatures emerging from the smoke were no ordinary monsters either. They were grotesque mutated horrors whose limbs had become weapons in and of themselves.
One careless strike from those blade-like appendages would be enough to kill an Advanced-ranked hunter instantly if they failed to react in time.
The hunters understood that fact perfectly.
Because of that, all of them instinctively retreated away from Ethan the moment they realized he had become the target.
Everyone except Jackson and Raiden.
