Hades
The rogues did the same and we formed a united front as we collided with the tidal wave of monsters.
Claws shredded the sterile silence. Flesh met fang, steel clashed with bone. The hallway erupted into chaos—beautiful, primal, blood-soaked chaos.
My left head snapped toward the closest Feral, jaws clamping down on its throat with enough force to snap its spine. The right head ripped another from limb to limb while the center kept its eyes on the horde ahead. Always forward. Always hunting.
Cain's beast was leaner, a jagged black blur that moved like liquid rage—tearing through Ferals with practiced violence. One of his rogues was dragged down by three creatures, but Cain lunged, grabbed all of them in a single sweep, and crushed them into the wall until the tiles cracked.
"Keep formation!" I snarled through the bond, voice guttural in my Lycan form. "Don't give them an opening—move forward!"
