Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 563: Death

The line collapsed completely. The spawns poured through the gaps like floodwater through broken stone. There were too many of them and they were far stronger than what they had faced before. Far more than Clyde had calculated.

They came from the crater, from the alleys, and from the ruined buildings behind them, drawn by blood and fear.

Clyde turned around, his spear became a silver blur as he tried to push back toward the others.

He impaled one spawn, ripped the spear free, then swept another off its feet.

Mina followed close, her daggers flashing, carving a narrow path through the white bodies.

But the path was too narrow. They were too late.

"AAARR-"

A scream cut through the chaos. It was short and abrupt, as if it were cut off in the middle of breath.

James went down under a mass of white fur and claws. The spawns swarmed, piling on top of his body. Flesh tore, bones cracked, blood sprayed across the asphalt.

Whatever voice had screamed did not scream again.

"Fall back!" Clyde shouted, his voice sharp for the first time.

Another cry followed. Then another.

A spawn leapt onto Ren’s back, jaws closing around his throat. Teeth punched through his flesh. His body convulsed once before going limp, dragged down into the writhing mass.

Mina tried to reach them. She cut down a lot of spawns but the moment she stepped forward, more filled the space. Claws raked her side. She twisted away with clenched teeth and killing again, but the distance only grew.

"No—!" Yuri screamed. It broke into sobbing before ending in a wet, choking sound.

Clyde finally felt what happened. The thing he had hoped to avoid.

He killed relentlessly, his spear punching through skulls and chests, but every spawn he dropped was replaced by two more.

His movements stayed precise and controlled, but his eyes flicked again and again toward the survivors.

He was still too far from them.

Mina saw it too. Her jaw tightened as she ripped her blade free from a spawn’s neck and threw herself forward, only to be forced back by a wave of snapping jaws.

She slipped on blood, barely regaining her footing.

Another body fell.

John was knocked down hard, weapon skidding away. He raised his arms uselessly as claws descended. The spawns tore into him. Screams turned into gurgles.

The ground was slick with blood that pooled in the cracks of the asphalt.

Clyde felt rage coil in his chest, cold and dangerous. He drove his spear straight through a spawn and used its body to shove others back, but the pressure didn’t ease.

He was losing them.

Mina was forced to retreat step by step, her breathing sharp. She glanced toward Clyde, and for the first time there was something raw in her eyes.

They couldn’t reach everyone. They couldn’t save them.

Another scream that lasted longer was heard again this time, filled with terror and pain. It ended with a crunch that made Clyde’s grip tighten until the shaft of his spear creaked.

By the time the sound faded, there was nothing left to save.

The spawns tearing at the remains, red eyes blazing under the moon.

Clyde felt it settle into his chest like a weight that crushed the air from his lungs.

Not shock or panic. But grief and sadness.

It hit him all at once with a sharp and heavy feeling. Sinking past rage and into something colder.

He had told them to fight. He had led them here. He had believed they could survive this together.

And it turned out he was wrong.

For a brief, dangerous moment, his hands felt heavy on the spear. His vision blurred at the edges as screams echoed in his head, overlapping with memories of faces that were already gone.

He had faced gods, monsters, and world ending events in his previous life. None of that prepared him for this.

He had failed to protect people he wanted to protect, again.

The realization hollowed him out.

Another spawn lunged for his throat.

Clyde moved on instinct not thought. The spear snapped up, punching through its skull and out the back.

He didn’t even look as it fell. He couldn’t afford to look anymore.

Stopping meant dying and even thinking or feeling the sadness meant dying.

Mina was still there. He felt it more than saw it. Her presence anchored him for now, like a reminder that not everyone was gone.

That some still needed him here to fight.

He forced his breath steady.

There was no time to mourn. No time to break.

If he died now, they would all be erased. And he would fail to avenge Asqa’s death.

"HAAAA!!!"

Clyde roared, the sound raw and stripped of restraint. He then drove forward. His spear moved faster, heavier, powered by fury and guilt twisted together. His thrust was meant to kill. His strikes carried the gravity of those he could not save.

Spawns died in rapid succession, bodies collapsing around him, but the emptiness in his chest didn’t ease.

Mina fought beside him, blood streaking her arms, her expression set and hard.

She didn’t speak. Neither did he. Words would shatter what little control he had left.

Clyde felt something break inside him as he fought. Hope.

All that remained was responsibility.

He would survive. He would keep killing. He would finish this scenario if it tore everything else away from him. Stopping was not an option.

Clyde didn’t realize when the noise began to fade.

The snarls thinned. The pressure eased. His spear struck empty air where bodies no longer rushed to fill the space.

One last spawn fell at his feet, skull split clean, and then there was only heavy breathing and the wet sound of blood dripping onto broken asphalt.

He stood still, chest rising and falling hard.

Mina slowed beside him, daggers still raised, eyes scanning for movement. But no spawns came.

Around the nest, white bodies lay piled and broken, torn fur soaked dark, their limbs twisted at impossible angles.

The perimeter that had once crawled with motion was silent.

They had killed them all. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Clyde turned, intending to look for the survivors, though he already knew what he would find.

That was when the ground trembled.

A deep, pulsing vibration rolled through the crater.

The pale growths lining the streets flared brighter, their glow syncing with the rhythm beneath the earth. Concrete cracked further inward.

Something moved inside the nest.

Clyde lifted his gaze.

The Lunar Beast rose from the crater, unfolding itself from the debris. Its massive body was wrapped in thick white fur streaked with old blood, it had limbs long and jointed wrong. Horn-like growths curved from its skull, framing a face split by a wide, unnatural maw.

Its red eyes locked onto Clyde and Mina.

The air grew heavy as it stepped forward, claws digging into asphalt.

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