Derrek frowned. "Monsters?" He turned toward the battlefield, and his breath caught in his throat.
Armored creatures on horseback and massive boars charged in perfect formations. Blades, axes, spears, they wielded weapons as fine, if not finer, than the city's own.
They moved with the precision of trained soldiers. Their formation held steady, no one breaking rank, their movements flowing together like parts of the same machine.
And among them… dozens of evolved monsters, each radiating a strength that made Derrek's stomach twist. He himself was only a Quasi-Knight. 'If such beings turned their fury on the city instead of Sengolio… Drosvain wouldn't last an hour.'
"I need to report to Baron Roland. Now," he muttered, turning from the wall. Without another word, he sprinted toward the keep, the sounds of battle still ringing in his ears, mixed now with the chilling thought that their saviors could just as easily become their doom.
