Jacob was sharp—he immediately figured out Daisy's weak spot. She could be as powerful as she wanted, but as long as he didn't fall into her hallucinations, he'd be fine.
He resisted the pollen cloud, cutting down wave after wave of charging zombies without losing his cool. Everything was under control, smooth and methodical.
Seeing this, the nearby squad members regained their confidence.
"Looks like we might actually win this fight."
"Yeah," Jacob nodded. "There's no massive zombie horde, just a small-scale skirmish. Of course we can hold the line."
The soldiers around him were his personal guard—elite A+ class Awakeners, either speed or strength types—brought in to make up for the squad's lack of close-combat power.
Further back, two second-gen dual-type Cyborgs stood scanning the battlefield with glowing green eyes, launching long-range attacks using ice and fire energy.
