Watching the Hivemind units remain paralysed by shock for the entirety of that first wave made John laugh inwardly.
This first wave was double the strength of what his own territory had faced: ten thousand Wrathers surged out of the den. It took the Hiveminds ten gruelling hours to kill them, and the cost was high; hundreds of their kin were torn apart in the confusion.
Every move they made confirmed to John that they knew nothing about this nightmare, literally. They attacked the Wrathers the same way they would have attacked standard Fog Seekers: a head-on, brute-force collision.
That tactical error was responsible for the majority of the deaths in the first two hours. It wasn't until they finally retreated behind their base walls that the death toll began to shrink.
But as John knew all too well, the Wrathers were just the appetiser. The real storm was the yellow monsters, with their ever-growing numbers with each new wave.
