It wasn't just Colonel Fraser and Chief Hogg who felt the tremors in the Filthy Swamp. The student party, already taking territory along the swamp front, knew even better when this damned disturbance had begun.
At the first tremor, Cheche, who had been resting in the newly captured Outpost Six, sprang to his feet. The high level of discipline he'd developed through repeated battles meant he barely hesitated before spreading his wings and shooting into the sky, hoping for a better vantage point.
However, the swamp was shrouded in a thick fog of war, and Cheche couldn't see anything useful.
From his elevated position, he could just make out flashes of light leaping up in the eastern distance through the dim smoke, like firecrackers going off beneath a haze of smog.
"Quick, quick, quick! Get online!"
Cheche landed in the outpost and immediately logged off, sitting up in his bed. Without even taking off his helmet, he shouted to the others in the dorm, who had just finished breakfast and were chatting:
"Something's happening! There's movement near Plague Town. I don't know what's going on, but I think we can use the opportunity to launch another attack."
"On it! I'll call the athletic guys. Niu Niu got revived a few days ago, too, so we've got a shield tank and can charge in without worrying."
The dorm erupted into a flurry of noise.
In less than five minutes, all six members of the dormitory crew had logged in at the outpost. A-Cha blew the horn they used to communicate, summoning the members of the Eight Demons of Evil outside the outpost to move their skeleton army over as well.
From the moment Cheche spotted the disturbance to the moment the group organized their attack, everything had gone like clockwork. When