The master unleashed thousands of Nano Bites into the night—each one in their Impossible Mode, which is basically "God Mode with extra disrespect."
The guards on this continent?
They didn't stand a chance.
As long as ten of them didn't gang up on one robot, the robots were basically immortal, unstoppable, and clinically insane.
They didn't fight battles. They hosted funerals.
Once the robots vanished into the distance to commit mechanical genocide, Stronges decided it was time. We were marching toward Malthus.
Our final boss.
The reason therapy exists.
Everyone had fire in their hearts, murder in their eyes, and at least one unresolved emotional issue fueling their steps.
But just as I took one step…
[ Use a Skill. You have a skill that allows you to teleport people. Use it. ]
The System chimed in. I had told him to tell me the skills I could use during the battle or anywhere he sees fit as I didn't know what skills I had.
