"At last, he is here!"
A full eight hours had bled away since John had destroyed the second evolved machine den. The journey had been a test of endurance and patience, especially when he kept fighting the machines from time to time, hacking and adding more loot to his arsenal.
The fog was no longer empty; it was filled to the brim with mechanical enemies. Yet, for John, the hardest part of the trek wasn't the danger or the risk of being overrun. No, the true agony was his own greed, having to leave behind mountains of loot untouched because he had little time to spend on hacking!
The moment he had stepped into the fog, the fight had shifted from a battlefield into his personal playground, and he was effectively killing machines in batches every passing second without feeling any pressure or stress.
