"N-no! Stop… I sad stop!"
Quaneesha watched in horror as more of her people rushed forward, their battle cries turning to screams as they made contact with Adam.
They already saw the first wave dissolved completely—flesh melting from bone, bones crumbling to ash. And yet… the second wave still didn't hesitate to rush at Adam.
Desperation. Desperation truly is the most dangerous thing. Pair it with bloodlust, well… this is what you get.
"Stop!" Quaneesha screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Don't touch him! Stay back!"
But they couldn't hear her over their own roars. Or maybe they chose not to listen. The sight of their comrades dying only seemed to fuel their rage, making them more determined to overwhelm Adam through sheer numbers.
The Game does this. It was weird—none of these people knew each other, most of them would even sacrifice each other. But… desperation.
Adam was also desperate… perhaps. It was hard to tell now.
