Xander's frustration was shared by the whole party. They had been running all this time—afraid, cautious, haunted by the thought that everything could kill them.
But now… now they could fight back.
The feeling was liberating. To finally push back instead of retreat… to strike instead of survive. All their gear, all the mental torture, the endless horror—they finally had the strength to kill.
Damon sighed. These things wouldn't help him meet his level-up requirements, but at least he was cutting something down.
'Maybe if I devoured them… I could get some skills out of it.'
He charged forward, falling into position just behind Leona and Evangeline in the center of the formation.
"Stay in formation…"
Xander raised his armored hand, pulsing with heavy gravity, and brought it down with a thunderous crash on a Wraithwood Stalker. Bark exploded. His face twisted in barely restrained rage.
