"Give them hell, baby!"
Away from John, his friends were watching the ongoing fight between the cannons, defensive towers, and the Wrathers with excitement. The first time a Fog Wrather had actually appeared on the horizon, the entire team had been momentarily paralysed. The sight of those massive, skinless giants was enough to freeze the blood in anyone's veins.
Unlike what they all expected, when the sky was covered totally with black clouds, it didn't go entirely dark. They could see well enough as if it were twilight in the world.
They had been positioned far to the west, separated by a distance that made it impossible to realise the sheer intensity of the initial clash happening at the northern perimeter.
Yet, when the Wrathers got separated into groups, and one took the longest part around the base, they finally experienced what fighting against the Wrathers was like!
