After the girls from Heavenly Dao Palace joined the battle, the situation quickly changed. The Corpse Puppets that had been strutting around so arrogantly before were practically no different from helpless targets in front of the girls. Before long, every Corpse Puppet here had been swept away, and the battle was over.
"It's over, it's over..."
"But those monsters were so weak..."
"Still, it was nice to get a little exercise once in a while, wasn't it?"
After the battle ended, the girls chatted and laughed as they headed toward their warship in small groups. The Normandy's crew watched their retreating figures with complicated expressions, completely unsure what to say. Most of those girls looked quite young, with the oldest appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen. Yet they were stronger than this group of proper battlefield veterans. It truly left them feeling conflicted.
Especially during the final stage, the girls had charged into the mass of Corpse Puppets like tigers among sheep and started cutting them down. Whether in destructive power or efficiency, they were far superior to these useless guys, who could only hold guns, hide in the back, and cheer from the sidelines. It left everyone feeling rather dejected.
However...
"They really are incredible."
Garrus watched the girls laughing and chatting as though they were heading home after a spring outing, his tone exceptionally serious. As a Turian elite, he had carefully observed their fighting style during the previous battle. On the surface, it seemed they had gained the upper hand against the Corpse Puppets because the latter had no weapons and could only fight hand-to-hand.
But Garrus would not draw such a simplistic conclusion. He had observed them closely and discovered that the girls' reactions and speed completely exceeded anything they understood. He could imagine that