In the next few days, the war grinds on. The nineteen affiliated forces shift and brace, supporting one another across battlefields that burn day and night.
Shison Town—once a quiet trading hub—is now a war zone. The streets are clogged with barricades, overturned carts, and the corpses of soldiers who tried to hold the line.
On the north wall, a Tier 4 commander shouts above the clash of steel and the roar of inhuman voices.
"Form ranks! Hold that breach! Archers, cover the left flank—damn it, move!"
But his voice is swallowed by chaos. The enemy soldiers, monstrous, eyes glowing with hunger for blood, tear through the defenders like wolves in a pen of sheep.
And at the front of the assault, Karnessa moves like a shadow with teeth.
Once timid, once afraid to even meet an enemy's gaze, she now walks in carnage like it's her rightful home. Mhazul's training has burned the fear out of her, leaving only precision and hunger for the kill.
