698 Stench Of Rotten Demons
The truck tore through the dense mist of darkness, its engine groaning under the strain as it plowed forward on the narrow, obscured road.
Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Amelia, Remy, Jim, and Lenny stood with their weapons out, scanning the shifting shadows through the small windows in the driver's cabin. Remy's knuckles were white as he gripped his sword, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His heart raced, his thoughts spiraling as the word "Soul Devourers" echoed in his mind. If they got too close, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance.
"This is bullshit," Lenny muttered, his voice laced with frustration. He glared at the mist swirling outside, his mind clearly racing as well, "Somebody had to leak our route. Someone on the inside," he said with a sneer.
Amelia kept her face neutral, suppressing the tight knot of anxiety in her chest. She hoped Derek's people wouldn't figure out who really leaked the information. She had to maintain her composure, even if Lenny's paranoia was right.
"That might be true, but arguing about it won't change anything. Let's focus on getting through this," Jim said, his tone measured but tense, keeping his eyes forward.
Suddenly, a voice crackled from the driver's cabin. One of the guards spoke up in a panicked tone, "Sir! We're losing speed. Something's happening—feels like the truck's being dragged down by dark ice!"
Lawrence, standing nearby with his arms crossed, frowned deeply. "Just as I thought. They're trying to slow us down and force us to stop." He turned to the others.
"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Use the damn pulse!" Lenny barked, impatience evident in his voice. His eyes flared as if the mere thought of being stuck in this situation was infuriating.
Lawrence shook his head calmly. "Not yet. We need to draw them in close, make them think we're vulnerable. If we use the pulse too early, we'll miss our chance. When they're grouped up and think they have us cornered, that's when we strike."
Jim nodded in agreement, his tone steady. "He's right. We have to wait until their guard is down. If we use it now, it'll just force them back, and then we'll be right where we started."
Lenny clicked his tongue, annoyed but unable to argue with the logic. "Fine, fine," he muttered, pacing back and forth.
Amelia tensed up. She desperately wished she could send a warning to Grace and the others, but any sign of her trying to communicate with them would give her away. She had to play her part, no matter how much it gnawed at her.
Outside, within the thick veil of darkness, Rebecca was panting lightly, her breath visible in the cold air. She stood beside Grace, Emiko, and Yui, watching the truck in the distance as it slowed down. The shadows twisted around them, concealing their presence.
"I'm spent after powering that damned array," Rebecca grumbled, her voice edged with fatigue and irritation. She glared at the slowly advancing truck, which was visibly losing momentum.
"You've done your part," Grace said, nodding appreciatively. "Rest now. We'll handle the rest from here."
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