บท 232: Swarm of happiness

Before they knew it, there were swarms of tiny-mouthed creatures laughing and smiling at the ground and in the air.

Their small but high-pitched screeches created a shockwave that made Atlan and the rest of the team wince in pain. Even if they blocked their ears, they could still hear that incessant laughter echoing in their minds.

There was no way they could escape.

Ninth swung her sword around her, killing thousands upon thousands of pests. Yet it made no difference. As soon as there was space, the swarm would fill it up as if there was an endless supply of them—which wasn't entirely false.

The Sniper kept shooting his gun and multiplying his bullets, yet he wasn't able to keep them from biting his battle suit and turning his skin into a feeding ground.

The Tank was a little bit better as he could protect himself from harm using his shield that repelled anything. But, he was limited only to a specific direction, leaving him vulnerable from behind.