“Damn it! When will these things stop coming?!”
The streets burned around them. Chitinous creatures sward through the smoke while massive shadows wheeled overhead, blotting out the stars.
Lancelot’s voice cracked—not with fear, but with the raw exhaustion of a man pushed beyond his limits.
“Kai! Save the woman!”
He pointed toward a cowering figure pressed against a collapsed storefront. Above her, a Trophalga dove with its serrated beak split wide, ready to tear flesh from bone.
Death balanced on a razor’s edge.
Kai moved through the chaos like a shadow given purpose.
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