John had briefed his friends on the anomalous shift he had detected earlier, how the main Wrathers den had been moved from the eastern region to the centre of the map. He didn't dare approach the central zone yet, deciding to stop and fortify the area ten kilometres around.
"I bet you're planning to go in there alone, like usual," Cissel said, finally ending her bickering with Elena. She turned to John with glaring eyes that silently blamed him for taking a neutral stance on the grenade issue.
"Not this time," John said, surprising them. "We only have a few hours left before the new day. We need to act fast. We need to get rid of at least two of the yellow dens tonight, then we can pull back, rest, and let the Bulltors handle the daytime mopping."
"They are strong and capable, no doubt," Luke said, looking at the distance Bulltor squads who were currently fighting against the monsters. "But they're exhausted. Like us, they didn't get any moment of sleep."
