Even Sierra Sullivan felt a stir of anxiety as she watched the Aberrant Beasts surge toward them like a tidal wave.
'There are just too many of them!'
Plus, it was night, and the visibility was poor.
Even with high-powered flashlights, it was hard to get a clear view of their surroundings.
A single misstep could leave them vulnerable to a surprise attack from an Aberrant Beast materializing out of nowhere.
But things had come to this. No matter how nervous they were, there was no turning back.
All they could do now was face these Aberrant Beasts.
Fortunately, they had already devised a plan.
Now, watching the Aberrant Beasts charge, the group quickly spread out, each person taking their designated position.
There were far too many Aberrant Beasts; fighting them one-on-one was impossible.
There was no way their group of fifty-odd people could handle this; they didn't have three heads and six arms.
A direct confrontation was out of the question. They had to outsmart them.
