For the second time today thousands upon thousands of hoards once again spawned from no where and relentlessly charged forward to the top of the mountain which I was currently residing on.
Each and every single one of the monstrosities were so desperate to get to the top and claim the contents of The King's Tomb that they were trampling each other. Not caring if one another survived or not as long as they reached their goal, then they would be satisfied.
The sight taking place was a pitiful one in my eyes. The fact that their effort would result in senseless suicide almost made me laugh if not for the irritation that I was going through.
Seriously I had no idea as to what was more annoying, the ridiculous system that didn't cut me a break or the fact that among the new waves of incoming monsters I had spotted new additions who were already several times stronger than that of the first set I had slain earlier.