Chapter 47: Mass Murder
"How many waves are in this phase?" Jake asked.
{Hmm, a good question. There are five, each stronger than the next. The second one was not supposed to be this bad, but your hint is what buffed the difficulty.}
Jake froze hearing what the Whisper said. They had three more waves after this, each more terrifying than the last.
"How can you do this? Five waves? We are barely surviving," Jake yelled.
{Enough talk for now, enjoy your survival.} The Whisper vanished after saying that. Jake turned to look at the chaos that was happening—the people dying. If he let this continue, could he really keep living?
He had a solution to all of it, but was he willing to take out his dragon this early in the game? Was he really willing to expose his greatest strength for the sake of others?
’No, I can’t do it. If Drake comes out here and they survive, other Chosen will know, and once they do, it’s over for me.’ Jake decided he would give it his all here, but he wasn’t going to allow Drake out. He couldn’t risk it.
Instead, he summoned the Tainted. Immediately it came out, it rushed like crazy, charging into the ogres.
"System, what level am I on now?" Jake asked.