"Get ready!"
The moment the sixth wave ended, Ricky's voice tore through the ringing silence, alerting everyone. The last wave had been more than just a skirmish; it was a gruelling test that pushed their base defences to the absolute brink.
The sheer, suffocating number of monsters had been overwhelming, a yellowish sea of flesh that pressed against a large section of the base walls. For one hour straight, the silver-barreled cannons and sleek defensive towers had roared without pause, as they unleashed death into the swarm.
During the height of that sixth wave, a crisis had emerged: the cannons that had been firing continuously since the very first encounter finally hit their limit. One by one, they ran out of juice and stopped firing.
