With the thunderous slam from the Alpha, a wave of stone—10 to 12 metres tall—rushed towards them like a menacing tidal wave along with its wall of fog in the form of dust.
Zeke widened his eyes as the wave of destruction approached them at unprecedented speed.
Even with the buffs applied to his body, that was far from enough to avoid an attack of this scale.
Tossing his guns into his spatial ring, he rummaged through the spatial storage for anything that could be of use in their current situation. And as he was doing this, Viesta had already begun her preparation for escape.
Spinning her lasso in her right hand, she glanced up. She looked towards a platform sticking out from the side of the wall above them—one of the many resting spots Millis had created throughout this battle.
Then, with a heave and a twist of her arm, she chucked it upwards and managed to wrap it around the platform skillfully.
