[Latchers], The Parasitic Pathogen-Hacked Alien Robots

Day 263 - 10:14 AM - Coastal Mountain Range, General Nakar, Province of Quezon

The emotionless Mark received emotional damage as he saw the scene before him. Unfortunately, this damage stemmed from the roots of human DNA. It was disgust to an instinctual level.

Mark could not help but open his clenched fists. Black sparks of electricity crackled from his palm as the urge to destroy the scene before him appeared in his mind.

However, Mark closed his fists once again, calming himself as he dodged the parasitized birds charging at him with their spear-like beaks.

"It's not the right time."

Mark murmured.

While the urge to defeat the enemy and immediately end this disgusting mess appeared in his mind, his intuition also told him that it was not the right time. That something was amiss.