Lancet's eyes scanned the surroundings frantically.
Wait. Not four. There was one more. There were five now. And it looked like they were going to attack separately.
One for every Awakener.
Two burst from the treeline ahead, screaming their war cries. One dropped from the canopy above, claws extended toward Vera. One erupted from the mud behind them—it had burrowed somehow, tunneling through the soft earth. And the last one circled wide, coming at Lancet directly from the left flank, its four eyes locked onto the squad leader with predatory intelligence.
"Behind us!" Vera screamed, stumbling backward as the burrowing Macaque surfaced right at her feet, mud exploding outward.
Dane was already moving, his hand reaching for his Summon—
"Hold!" Lancet's voice cracked like a whip. "Trust the formation!"
They quickly regrouped behind the two present Summons, causing the monkey beasts to regroup.
