CHAPTER 437
If coordination and seamless teamwork had a face, the Vanguard Order members would have worn it.
The way they moved and covered for one another was almost beautiful.
Every movement had purpose.
Every opening was immediately exploited.
Every attack was followed by another member covering the attacker's blind spot.
Even the fearsome Abberants were struggling to react in time.
In the war against the Abberants, numbers didn't matter.
Humanity had learned that lesson the hard way.
A single Abberant was enough to turn an army into a massacre.
During the First Great War, humanity had believed they held the advantage when they faced a force of only fifty Abberants.
They had the numbers.
They had the manpower.
They had confidence.
And they were proven horribly wrong.
Four cities were lost within a single day.
A single Abberant, One-Spine or not, was capable of taking down a hundred humans alone.
