Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Abyssal Gorge (I)
After the success of the first raid in Crimson Forest, Grace rested for only two days before she was ready to head to second raid with Davian, her personal team, and a new team of warriors.

From the previous raid, Grace only took the Class 8, the Lavaback Beast, and about seven Spirit Stones. The rest of the Spirit Stones and bodies of Monster Beasts were headed to Starship and Country C to do as they seem fit.

Even she had been keeping the remains of the highest Class monsters to herself during these hunts, no one voiced any objection against it since she had been the killing these beasts in the first place.

Even if the leaders from the two countries wanted the biggest rewards from these hunts, they were too ashamed to even voice it out in front of Grace. Hence, they just hoped for their warriors to collect enough such rewards in the remaining four raids.

The second raid was assigned to Country C’s warriors, and they were supported by both of Grace’s team.

The mission was clear – to eliminate the threats, secure the area, and ensure that whatever lurked in the ruins didn’t spread beyond the designated zone.

But from the moment they arrived at the location, Grace started having an uneasy feeling.

The Sunken Ruins were once part of a great city with tall buildings, bustling streets, and thriving life. Now, all that remained were broken structures, half-submerged roads, and eerie silence.

Water kept dripping from the shattered remains of what was once civilization, and its sound echoed ominously in the distance. Pools of stagnant water was reflecting the dark sky, and mist rolled in from the depths of the ruins, lowering the visibility level.

Here, the enemies weren’t just beasts.

This area was heavily populated by infected, mostly fast movers. Even after the arrival of Monster Beasts, these grotesque creatures suceeded to thrive.

Unlike ordinary undead, the fast movers weren’t slow, mindless husks. They were predators, intelligent enough to stalk, retreat, and attack in deadly waves. Worse, they were nearly impossible to kill unless their heads were destroyed.

As the raid began, the first problem became clear.

Country C’s warriors weren’t ready, especially those who hadn’t been there in the first hunt.

Their formations were sloppy and their movements were uncoordinated. Many kept hesitating when they saw the horrors before them. Some even flinched when the first wave of fast movers lunged from the shadows, snarling with inhuman hunger.

The first attack came fast.

A warrior near the front panicked. His grip on his weapon was too tight, and his stance unsteady. When one of the fast movers rushed at him, he swung wildly and his blade missed the creature by inches.

It was a fatal mistake.

The fast mover moved with terrifying speed and latched onto his shoulder. Its rotten teeth sank deep into his flesh, and the warrior let out a blood-curdling scream.

Before anyone could react, Grace was already moving.

She dashed forward with an energy sword in her hand. With one clean motion, she severed the mutant’s head from its body. She caught the wounded warrior before he collapsed.

All it took was a drop of elixir and she was able to stop the virus from spreading and healed the wound.

“One little mistake and you all can lose your lives. Don’t think that I’ll be able to save you every time.” Her cold words finally pulled the arrives out of their shock.

The real battle began as the fast movers kept pouring in from every direction, making their numbers overwhelming.

It didn’t take long before the warriors started struggled, their lack of discipline was evident in every movement. Some fired their weapons blindly, wasting ammunition. Others broke formation, exposing their teammates to attack.

It was chaos.

And Grace had had enough. She whirled toward the warriors, her voice booming over the battlefield.

“GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!”

Her words cut through the noise, sharp as a blade.

“You don’t fight alone. You fight as a unit. One mistake, and you’ll be torn apart. Move in pairs, cover each other, and for the love of survival – STOP WASTING BULLETS!”

The warriors flinched but obeyed.

From that moment, their movements became sharper. Teams moved to cover one another, fighting in synchronization. The sound of panicked gunfire was replaced by precise strikes, each attack landing with lethal accuracy.

There were so many infected and fast movers that the battle lasted for over and hour.

But the mission was far from over. After all, they were here to hunt Monster Beasts. The infected were just a way for them to train for main battle.

[Seven Class 3 Monster Beasts are heading our way.]

2025 alerted Grace moments before the creatures made their appearance. Since they were only Class 3 beasts, this battle was nothing like the one from first raid.

In another hour, they had seven dead Monster Beasts, and this time, Grace allowed the warriors from Country C to take all seven as their rewards.

Over next eight days, two more raids were completed successfully, and each one brought several rewards and experience for the warriors.

With each raid, the warriors were finally getting better as they kept learning under the pressing battle situations.

It had been nearly a month since Grace left Starfall Isle, and she wanted to return to her people. Thus, she headed for the final raid.

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The Abyssal Gorge was a place of nightmares.

It was a massive chasm stretching for miles, almost like a scar on the earth… a wound that never healed. No one knew how deep it went. The further one descended, the more the air grew thick with something unnatural.

Grace was standing at the edge while staring down into the darkness. Even after all she had seen – monsters, war, death – this place made her feel the most uneasy.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Davian’s familiar voice pulled her attention to him. He was standing right next to her with a frown on his handsome face.

She didn’t answer immediately. She didn’t need to. It wasn’t just the creatures lurking below, but something far worse.

A presence.

Something powerful.

Something awakening.