Then another.
From all sides.
Bullets tore through the air toward , a storm of death converging at once.
But I moved before they could reach .
My body twisted and shifted, my feet gliding across the uneven ground with unnatural ease.
Each bullet ca close, too close, but none found their mark.
I wove through them like a ghost, every step a perfect calculation.
More.
Faster.
A goblin hidden in the wreckage fired again, a high-speed round aid straight for my chest.
I barely tilted my body to the side, feeling the wind of its passage as it missed by re inches.
Another from behind, I leaned forward, letting it sail past the back of my head.
The battlefield beca a dance, my movents seamless, almost effortless.
Then, sothing different.
I heard it before I saw it.
The hum of sothing heavier, denser.
The glint of tal spiraling toward .
Not just a bullet, an explosive round.
And it was heading straight for .
No ti to dodge.
I lifted my hand.
The mont my palm t the bullet, the impact sent a shockwave through my body.
A split second later, fire and shrapnel erupted.
My vision flashed white, my ears rang with the deafening roar of the explosion.
Then, nothing.
I looked down.
My arm was gone, as expected.
Not just damaged, completely obliterated.
The force had torn it from the shoulder, leaving nothing but a smoldering ss of charred flesh and shredded tal plating.
It’s strong.
Blood dripped from the wound, pooling at my feet.
For a mont, silence.
Then, sothing shifted.
A crackle of energy, a pulse of raw power surging through .
The wound closed, the missing limb reforming in an instant.
Flesh knitted itself back together.
Within seconds, my arm was whole again.
Good as new.
I clenched my fist, feeling the strength return, the grip familiar.
My gaze lifted toward the goblins, their faces frozen in shock.
They had seen it.
They had watched regenerate as if nothing had happened.
I exhaled, raising my rifle once more.
"Try again better next ti."
The battlefield was a storm of gunfire.
Muzzle flashes lit up the environnt, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood.
Bullets whizzed past from every direction, so fast and precise, others wild and desperate.
The goblins were relentless, their twisted forms crouched behind broken walls, shattered vehicles, and crumbling structures.
Each one held a different kind of firearm, so with crude, rusted rifles, others gripping sleek, high-powered weapons they had scavenged from fallen soldiers.
They had surrounded.
Good.
I dropped low, my rifle snapping up in my hands as I fired.
The first goblin barely had ti to react before the bullet pierced its forehead, its body jerking back as it crumpled behind the wreckage.
Another one ducked behind cover, trying to reload a bulky assault rifle.
My sights locked onto the exposed gap between the slabs of concrete shielding it.
One pull of the trigger.
A sharp, clean shot.
The bullet punched through, finding its mark.
The goblin collapsed instantly.
I didn’t stop moving.
A rapid burst of gunfire tore through the air where I had just stood.
I rolled, dodging the onslaught, my eyes already scanning for the next target.
A goblin perched atop a half-destroyed building had a sniper trained on , its yellow eyes squinting through the scope.
I had less than a second before it fired.
I moved first.
I twisted my body, rifle aid, and squeezed the trigger.
The shot connected before the goblin could pull its own.
Its body slumped forward, tumbling off the rooftop with a sickening thud.
More incoming.
A goblin with a shotgun rushed from the side, thinking it had an opening.
It fired, the blast tearing through the air.
I sidestepped, feeling the wind of the shot brush past my shoulder.
Before it could pump the next round, my gun was already in my other hand.
A quick shot, one, two, three, center mass.
The goblin staggered back, gurgling on its own blood before collapsing.
The remaining goblins hesitated now, their gunfire slowing.
They had expected an easy target.
Instead, they had walked into their own slaughter.
One last deep breath.
I aid.
And then, I finished the job.
The battle raged on, the thunderous echoes of gunfire and the dying cries of goblins filling the air.
My gun was hot in my hands, the scent of gunpowder thick against my nose.
I had just dropped the last of the snipers when sothing made pause, an unsettling shift in the air.
A whisper of danger, prickling at the edges of my senses.
I turned my head toward the sky.
My breath caught.
A sea of arrows, dark as the night, filled the heavens.
Millions of them.
They soared high above, blotting out the light, their deadly tips glinting like stars in the eerie glow of the battlefield.
They weren’t ant for just us, the soldiers and awakened fighting beyond the city walls.
No.
Their trajectory was clear.
They were descending upon everything.
The battlefield, the fortifications, the city within the walls, innocents, families, people who had no idea death was already upon them.
A deep, unsettling dread coiled in my gut.
Sothing was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
I reached out with my senses, letting the strange energy of the arrows wash over .
Poison.
Not just any poison, sothing far worse.
It was potent, lethal beyond anything I had ever encountered and studied.
The kind that didn’t just kill, it ended.
No slow suffering.
Just a split-second of agony, and then nothing.
If those arrows landed, everyone would be in great danger.
I had to act.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with air before releasing it in a scream that tore through the battlefield.
"EVERYONE, DANGER FROM ABOVE!"
My voice bood, cutting through the relentless gunfire, through the clashing steel and dying breaths.
Soldiers and awakened alike turned toward , confusion flashing across their faces.
They followed my gaze, and then they saw it.
A mont of stunned silence.
Unfortunately, they were falling fast
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