Chapter 135 - The Edge of Control

The battlefield roared around them. The plateau, bathed in ghostly moonlight, had become a chaos of dust, sparks, and the shrieks of the unnatural. The revenants moved like a living storm, sinew and jagged bone glinting, claws tearing grooves into stone, their voices layered in a dissonant, inhuman chorus. The sound did not merely echo, it vibrated in the skull, reverberating through bones, rattling the chest, echoing inside the heart.