At the same time, the walls of several nearby buildings rippled and several figures emerged with different expressions.
Walking out of a structure reminiscent of a futuristic bunker, Jake recognized his archenemy, and loathsome Vhoskaud. From a building darker than the sunless sky, Neri sauntered out with a sensual wiggle brimming with sex appeal. Psykow levitated out of its skyscraper, its thirteen unblinking eyes betraying neither guilt nor satisfaction after all that had happened.
Almost two hundred Anti-Life Players surfaced from their respective buildings one after the other with varying degrees of injury. A whopping 188 to be exact. Most of them looked upset, if not downright angry. They didn't appreciate being thrown into the lion's den without being warned by their leader.