"Shall we retreat?!"
Elena yelled, her voice hoarse from the desperate fight she and Ricky were thrown into for long hours. Seeing how intense the machine wave was, even with the help of their deadly purple grenades, many managed to slip away.
"Even if by some miracle we survive this wave, the next one is going to be four million at least. That's a total overkill! We won't be able to stop them at that point... We'll be buried under mountains of scrap metal."
"We'll keep trying our best until then," Ricky replied, his knuckles white as he clenched the hilts of his twin swords. His eyes were fixed on the north.
"I'm sure John is well aware of what's going on here. I don't know what's holding him back, but I have to believe the situation up there isn't any more favourable than ours. If he hasn't come back yet, it's because he's fighting something even worse."
"Then…"
