Huge spherical creatures crumble and disintegrate into scattered, writhing masses of living organisms that refuse to die.
It's still moving!
Bomb deployed! Time to go!
It... looks like it's budding?
What on earth... is it?
Whatever it is, it doesn't belong in this world.
We have to evacuate. We need to get out before the bomb goes off.
This way!
I'm out of ammo.
Rangers?
I'm still here...
You don't look so good.
I'm old, so old... phew...
What happened to your hand?
I couldn't dodge. That's all.
What do we do now? Should we go to the shelter?
No news from the mine?
None.
Hahaha...
I never thought we'd hold out this long... but we're almost to the end of the road.
What are you doing?
Making a shield. I always wanted to try, actually.
Hahaha...
What a trip down memory lane. Back to the glorious good old days.
The young rangers all gathered at the edge of town.
Knowing the overwhelming odds stacked against them, knowing most would spill their blood in the wasteland after the war.
But they laughed and sang war songs, as if they were facing down bugs to be easily squashed.
War is cruel, and merciless. Some backed down. Many more held the line.
The fallen became legends. The survivors were tasked with remembering them.
And the last one standing in that bloodbath, after all that time, started to feel the fear of death set in.
Because he doesn't want the dead to be forgotten?
Hahaha... maybe that's why.
It's been an honor to fight alongside you, Alexsandr.
The honor is mine, Rangers.
But don't be so gloomy. I haven't given up the fight.
I'll smash a few to death.
Wait... what's that?
Arrow
Arrows fall like rain on the ground in front of the manor, piercing Originiutant skulls and throats with precision.
The black downpour continues uninterrupted, like a storm sweeping across the land.
The cavalry's here! Hahahahahaha! We're saved!
This technique... Must be that young person.
I picked up a Rhodes Island distress signal and figured it was a normal rescue mission.
I didn't think I'd run into you.
Old Ranger.
You're back in business, huh?
Haha, at my age? You're making fun.
What about your sword, Ranger?
I'm too old. I haven't been able to swing it for years.
If it weren't for you, today would be the end of these old bones.
You sell yourself short, Old Ranger.
Listen up, squad. The objective is the Lord's manor.
The enemy is an extremely dangerous form of Originium organism.
Keep your location updated.
Be careful. There's many of them. Try not to let your folks fight alone.
Also, be mindful of the ground. They are good at drilling.
Understood.
It's an honor to fight beside you.
'Scimitar of the Bloody Valley'.