"Henry, take Mike with you. The rest of you, clear a path to the vehicles. No matter what happens, keep moving forward and don’t look back. Find the source of all this and take care of it. I trust you all to handle the rest. And please, don’t hold Micheal responsible for what’s happened. It’s been a pleasure knowing each of you." With a broad grin, Yoshi addressed his friends, drawing his sword from a reaper's skull as he charged toward the oncoming reapers, not pausing for a response. "Yoshi, hold on!" Henry called out in an attempt to stop him, but Yoshi had already dashed into the sea of reapers, unleashing his abilities to their fullest extent. He executed a combined attack, drawing on all the powers of the group that he had replicated. With this strategy, all the reapers appeared to charge at him to strike, as though he had attracted their attention. "We can't leave him behind; we have to go back for him," Bai insisted, determined to assist Yoshi, but his brother restrained hi

"Muuu, muuu." Mike stared at the bodies before him, the muffled screams echoing around him, yet his gaze remained fixated on the holes in their heads. Suddenly, similar memories began to flood his mind. He was still lost in this state when he felt a thick, heavy hand grab him. "Mike! Snap out of it. They're gone. We need to move; the others can't hold them off much longer." Henry's deep voice pulled Micheal from his thoughts. He quickly shook his head, attempting to refocus on reality. Turning to see Bai and Hai unleashing a barrage of bullets on the Scrapers, and Racheal igniting an inferno of flames against them, Micheal felt something snap inside him. "Go up, I've got this," Michael said to Henry before turning back and rushing over to where the others stood. "You guys leave, I'll hold them off," Micheal said to his teammates, who paused, staring at the lightning pulsing around his whole body. They could feel the intensity and power emanating from Micheal, and without wasting